Quintessence (928)

A burst of green lights up the canvas like an aurora emerging from a hidden horizon. Light, translucent emerald masses soar toward the sky, while orange and copper flames cling to the matter, evoking the tenacious embers of the earth. In this encounter, violet and gold weave a shifting boundary, like a luminous scar where air and fire meet. The splashes explode into orange constellations, as if the light were fragmenting into sparks of life. The eye follows this torrent of colors, caught in an ascending spiral where everything seems to breathe, rise, and transform. Each fragment is movement, each hue is breath, each flash is a promise. Are we not witnessing here the revelation of a passage, as if the canvas opens a threshold between our earthly world and the vibrations of a sky yet unexplored?