Quintessence (51)

This painting pulses like a celestial earth in the midst of blossoming. Veils of gold and copper intertwine with deep greens, evoking ancient forests bathed in solar light. Violets and blues stretch into the depths, like marine abysses or distant galaxies, while bursts of pink and turquoise pierce the composition with unexpected surges. Here, matter seems alive, in perpetual motion—both rock and breath, star and cell. Radiant whites, scattered like flecks of foam or comets, break through the opacity and offer paths of ascent. The whole gives the impression of a world in gestation, a cosmic garden where every colour becomes both root and flame. It is an invitation to contemplate creation as a work endlessly begun anew, where all mingles, unravels, and recomposes itself. Yet if the universe is this vast workshop of metamorphoses, are we not, too, fragments of this infinite alchemy?