Quintessence (399)

A river of fire crosses the canvas, bursting in bright red and orange, like a flow of lava cutting through turquoise waters. Deep blues open to its passage, welcoming the intensity without extinguishing it, forming a dialogue between heat and freshness. Golden and copper cells spread along the side, resembling molten rocks or jewels revealed by flame. One seems to see a trajectory, a luminous path asserting itself amid the tumult. The impulse is irresistible, carried by chance yet sculpted by an invisible harmony. Contrasts answer one another, opposites embrace: red becomes vital breath, blue becomes tranquil respiration, gold becomes a promise of fertility. Thus the canvas becomes a passage, a fiery path inviting us to cross our own inner waters. It reminds us that raw energy, far from being destructive, can become light and rebirth. And if our secret burnings were not wounds, but open doors toward an unsuspected vitality?