Quintessence (908)

A river of fire flows across the canvas, incandescent, blending ochre, amber, and deep brown. It resembles a celestial lava stream, sliding above azure waves. On either side, turquoise and white waves rise like foam of eternity, ready to engulf or embrace this living ember. Purples and violets watch from the background, guardians of the night observing the day’s flamboyance. And everywhere, these red flashes, scattered like a shower of comets, evoke the seeds of stars or the trace of a divine breath, falling upon the matter to awaken its spark. The canvas hesitates between surge and blaze, between ruin and creation. Everything is in tension, everything is a promise. And what if this battle of colors were not only that of the elements, but also the one that stirs our own souls, between the clarity of the sky and the fire of the earth?