Quintessence (63)

In this painting, a burst of rainbow unfolds in the night, as if the universe had let its molten heart spill forth. Fiery reds blaze at the edges, greens spread in liquid waves, while blues and violets open like windows onto the unknown. At the centre, a turquoise brilliance erupts in clouds, like a spring of light gushing from the very depths of the canvas. Everything seems to fizz with life: cosmic corals, flowers of fire, splashes of stars. Each detail is a spark of dream, a dusting of imagination incarnate as matter. The canvas throbs like a coloured breath, both fragile and boundless, where one can almost hear the universe murmuring as it dreams. And if these colours were not merely visions, but fragments of our own soul projected into the vastness? What part of ourselves is reflected in this explosion of light?