Quintessence (434)

Upon a background of intense black unfolds a splash of light: white dominates, pure brilliance that cleaves the darkness like a breach toward infinity. Around it, reds and oranges mingle with golds, like molten lava striving to rise. Deep violet, discreet yet present, adds a spiritual dimension, recalling the mystical surge that often springs from chaos. The forms seem in motion, almost sculpted by chance: one thinks to see wings of fire, a silhouette in transformation, or a comet streaking through the night. The contrasts are extreme, yet the whole remains harmonious, as though balance revealed itself precisely within that tension. The canvas expresses the power of transfiguration: what seemed dense darkness becomes luminous matter, what seemed a fall becomes elevation. Black, far from suffocating, serves as a setting for this expanding clarity. And if the deeper meaning of life were not to flee shadow, but to let within it be born an even vaster light?