Quintessence (509)

From the thickness of black bursts forth a surge of radiant colors. Yellow shines at the heart of the canvas like a source of incandescent gold, crossed by deep greens and burning reds. Alongside it, white and pink touches leap like fragile flashes, recalling the birth of light within shadow. The forms seem organic, almost vegetal: one seems to see roots spreading, branches rising, flames unfolding. The canvas becomes a fertile ground where darkness transforms into a matrix, where every dark flow prepares the emergence of a brighter gleam. It is a tale of inner alchemy: chaos arranges itself, chance composes, and balance is born from a dance between density and clarity. Here, shadow does not extinguish light—it magnifies it, welcomes it, offering contrast and a new intensity. And if our deepest nights were nothing but the secret humus from which our dawns are born?