Quintessence (542)

This canvas opens like a landscape crossed by telluric forces. At the top, gold and green spread like rivers of light, while incandescent red carves its way like a fiery flow. At the center, purple and brown lines intertwine in strata, recalling the folds of a mountain or the womb of an earth in gestation. Lower down, whites expand like glaciers, colliding with the dark embers stretching into depth. Everything seems in motion, as if matter were recomposing itself before our eyes, mingling ashes with seeds of life. This landscape is both fracture and promise, collapse and ascension. For is this not how the universe endures, in the slow alchemy where every ruin becomes the seed of a new world?