Quintessence (65)

Like a night traversed by dreams, this painting opens upon a burst of shadow where embers of light glow into being. Yellows and whites surge forth like blazing hearths, while mauves and turquoises spill out in shifting veils, reminiscent of clouds in perpetual metamorphosis. Each form seems to change as one gazes: an ethereal face emerges, a flower of fire dissolves, a bird is born from a stream of azure. The whole vibrates like a silent orchestra, each hue a note suspended in the cosmic air. The black background acts as a matrix, a setting that grants light the strength of its radiance. Here, nothing remains fixed—everything breathes, everything slips away and is reborn. There is the sensation of witnessing the secret theatre of origins, where the visible and invisible entwine. Are we beholding the memory of a world long past, or the foreshadowing of a universe yet to come?