Quintessence (367)

An emerald spiral emerges at the heart of an ocean of orange and crimson flames. It appears as a living core, sheltered within its incandescent casing, like a cosmic seed poised on the verge of blossoming. Elements collide: the deep green conjures the force of nature, whilst the blazing reds and golds recall the fire of stars in fusion. From this meeting of opposites arises a new alchemy—a world still in gestation. Violet haloes, scattered like mysterious pupils, seem to watch in silence the birth of this vortex. They remind us that the entire universe is threaded with invisible gazes, witnesses to our origins. Amidst this incandescent turmoil, each spark, each shade suggests the passage from raw energy to an organised form, as if life itself were seeking its anchor point. The spiral, central pivot of the work, draws us in and engulfs us. It leads us to that foundational paradox: chaos may give rise to harmony, and an ending is never more than the herald of a new beginning. And what if this flaming galaxy invited us to recognise, in the innermost part of ourselves, that same spark of creation capable of transforming our own disorder into light?