Quintessence (658)

A white surge rises at the center of the canvas, like a spring bursting from shadow to meet the light. Around it, greens and browns mingle with purples and golds, sketching shifting lands, like a landscape in metamorphosis. One seems to glimpse fluid silhouettes, fleeting faces, perhaps dancing spirits on the threshold of a world still in gestation. Fuchsia and emerald hues add an almost mineral vibration, as if stone itself had begun to sing. The movement, spiral and organic, draws the gaze toward an inner passage, a doorway open between matter and breath, an outpouring of pure energy, where the visible tears apart to let the invisible appear.