Quintessence (457)

This canvas seems traversed by an ascending breath, like a wave of light carrying everything in its path. Blues spread in fluid currents, crossed by orange and golden touches that glimmer like solar sparks. Pinks and reds appear in places, fragile and vibrant, recalling the very flesh of life in becoming. Through these streams, one perceives the surge of infinite expansion, where each hue rises and dissolves into an almost celestial clarity. The whole breathes with the energy of a world in motion, in perpetual metamorphosis. It feels like a hurricane of colors that does not destroy, but opens new spaces. Here, chaos becomes breath, tumult becomes ascension.