Quintessence (700)

A blaze of reds erupts at the heart of the canvas, like a blossoming of flames. Brown and copper tones seem to spring from the earth itself, while softer greens and blues bring an aquatic breath. At the junction of these worlds, color bursts into incandescent sprays, evoking both a volcanic eruption and a wild flower opening under the rain. The textures mingle, at times mineral, at times organic, as if matter hesitated between rock, plant, and ember. One perceives a primordial force, a surging energy that refuses stillness. Here, quintessence is this untamed vitality, this movement that endlessly rebirths itself. But in the end, are we witnessing a molten wound, or the blazing blossoming of a new world?