Quintessence (925)

The canvas explodes in a solar outpouring where orange dominates, radiating warmth and vitality. Red bursts punctuate the space like fusing comets, while purples and blacks add a mysterious depth. Whites and light blues rise like luminous waves, opening airy spaces where the breath of the sky circulates. Everything is expansion, whirling, metamorphosis: streams intertwine, break, and are reborn, like galaxies in the making. The gaze follows the feverish curves and loses itself in this endless dance of colors. Here, chaos is light, turbulence becomes creation. It is the very instant when the universe invents itself, unpredictable and splendid. And if each burst of paint were but a mirror of the eternal outpouring that carries us, from beginning to beginning?