Quintessence (432)

This canvas opens onto a black abyss, from which blazing bursts erupt. Gold and white, at the summit, seem to tear the night apart to ignite a new flame. Turquoise and green spread like an inner sea, vibrant and mysterious, while purple and copper root the whole in mineral depth. This play of contrasts tells a silent struggle: shadow envelops but never smothers; light resists, surges forth, crossing the darkness with redoubled intensity. Each flow of pigment bears witness to this creative tension, where the unpredictability of chance becomes the ally of an inner revelation. It is a work of passage, a crossing from night to dawn, from chaos to harmony. Here, black is not an end: it is the soil from which clarity springs, the very condition of awakening. And if our shadowed zones were not enemies, but guardians of the light to come?