Quintessence (79)

This painting blazes like an incandescent dream, where every colour seems to spring from the matrix of slumber. Rose and orange flames entwine with celestial blues and phosphorescent greens, weaving a shifting universe where all breathes and all transforms. Here, a russet-red circle recalls the shadow of a planet or the iris of a cosmic gaze; there, violet and turquoise bursts open like windows onto other dimensions. The masses of colour break apart and reunite, creating a symphony of contrasts, a vibrant tumult that oscillates between effervescence and calm. The sense is of a passage through the heart of a dream, where the formless becomes light and chaos turns to source. The eye is lost, as before a map of sleep, where every flash tells a secret story. Is this the reflection of an inner world, or the memory of a universe still in gestation in the depths of the imagination?