Quintessence (537)

An incandescent surge crosses the canvas, bursting into yellow and red sprays rising like flames in an expanding sky. Around it, blues stretch out in fluid layers, bringing the immensity of a celestial ocean, while purples and greens intertwine in mysterious counterpoints. Each burst of color seems carried by an inner vibration, as though matter were singing its own birth. The scattered cells evoke stars in germination, promises of worlds still unseen. Everything breathes vitality, movement, the irrepressible desire to exist and to grow. The eye is drawn into this dance of opposing elements that fertilize one another in tumult. It is an endless surge, a creative expansion where light reinvents itself at every moment. And if the universe were nothing but the eternal recommencement of this blaze of colors?