Quintessence (299)

This canvas unfolds like a submerged constellation, a submarine sky where every colour becomes a spark of life. Deep violets and purples rise in mysterious clusters, while yellows and golds burst forth like embers, sunbursts fallen into the water. Turquoise and emerald weave a fluid setting around them, evoking luminous currents coursing through a secret garden. Scattered whites recall phosphorescent corals or sacred stones shining in the gloom. They bring a breath of clarity, a sigh that balances the density of saturated hues. The whole vibrates with organic energy, as if the canvas contained a world in the midst of being born. This is an aquatic and cosmic Eden, both teeming and contemplative, where each detail tells a silent genesis. The gaze is lost within this profusion and senses a hidden language—the language of Creation inscribed in matter. And then, one question imposes itself: what if the entire universe were nothing but a vast garden of light, in which every star, every coral, every soul is but a single, unique flower?