Quintessence (485)

A spray of orange and golden fire bursts from the center of the canvas, spreading into incandescent shards that ignite the space. Deep violet emerges like a dense shadow, contrasting with the brightness of luminous streams, as though night had entered the heart of the blaze. Greens and pinks coil at the edges, evoking budding shoots, the fragile promise of life within tumult. Forms seem to split and rejoin, to break only to be reborn, in a never-ending dynamic. Here, chaos unfolds as a fertile source, an expansion that does not destroy but engenders. The eye follows the outpourings and discovers, behind the brilliance, a mysterious harmony, between light and shadow.