Quintessence (906)

At the center of this painting, a great red bird spreads its wings, like a sacred ibis crossing space. Its peaceful flight moves from right to left, a symbolic gesture of returning to the origins. Around it, violets, blues, and turquoises ripple in shifting clouds, like ancient skies opening before its passage. Green and golden touches recall fertile lands, the first sources where the memory of the world drinks. The radiant whiteness of its body seems to hold an inner light, a silent guide amid the tumult of colors. Here, fire does not destroy: it illuminates, it accompanies, it connects. The canvas becomes a story, a memory, a journey back toward a forgotten beginning. And if this inner flight were nothing but a discreet call to rediscover, within ourselves, the unbroken trace of our own origin?