Quintessence (672)

A whirl of mineral colors spreads across the canvas, like a geological cross-section revealing the Earth’s hidden strata. Greens and violets unfold in subterranean waves, pierced by red and yellow sparks bursting forth like trapped embers. One seems to glimpse caverns, rivers of stone, veins of gold and copper coiling through the thickness of matter. In the distance, concentric circles recall an open eye, a spiral that either draws in or releases, depending on the gaze. The composition wavers between depth and elevation, as if the rock itself sought to breathe. Here, quintessence unveils itself in the memory of the soil, that living archive where the passage of fire, water, and time is inscribed.