Quintessence (411)

A breath of fire rises, erupting like a blazing mountain that transforms into a wave of colors. In this turmoil, fiery reds meet deep blues and radiant greens, as if the primordial elements had gathered for a cosmic dance. Matter seems to vibrate with an inner energy, both earthly and celestial. Cells open like the alveoli of life, seeds in the making within the chaos of creation. One can glimpse both the lava of a volcano and the transparency of a waterfall, the clash of opposing forces that do not seek to destroy each other, but to unite in a new harmony. Here, chance sketches shifting boundaries, open doors to other worlds, where red becomes root and blue becomes breath. Light bursts forth from contrasts, reminding us that beauty often springs from embraced oppositions. Each color finds its place not by calculation but by miracle, as an unsuspected gift. The eye loses itself and finds itself again, oscillating between abyss and appeasement, collapse and elevation. And if the quintessence of art were nothing more than this improbable encounter between what surpasses us and what we dare to welcome?