Quintessence (797)

A blazing sun rises from the canvas like an eternal source, spreading its waves of gold and fire. Turquoises and violets unfold in moving torrents, like galaxies in gestation. Each orange spark becomes a comet, each dark vein seems to carve the abyss of an expanding universe. Here, chaos is not disorder: it is the promise of balance, of new forms ready to be born. The gaze is drawn into this collision of flames and oceans, as if witnessing the genesis of a still-incandescent world. Contours dissolve, boundaries vanish, giving way to pure creative energy. The canvas becomes breath, respiration, primal heartbeat. And we, witnesses of this outpouring, are we not invited to rekindle within ourselves that same fire of origin?