Quintessence (975)

The canvas unfolds as an encounter between two worlds: the celestial flow of a limpid azure and the fiery surge of ochre and red. Between them, cells burst open, half-vegetal, half-cosmic, as if the boundary between coral and constellation had dissolved. The eye follows the movement of colors entwining, at times oceanic tides, at times stellar torrents. A luminous form emerges, crossing space like a messenger comet. Everything here breathes passage, metamorphosis, the instant when balance shifts and opposites embrace. One senses that the story extends beyond the frame, as if this scene were only half a universe. Perhaps it is the echo of a twin breath, awaiting its other voice to be fulfilled. So what becomes of a vision when it unfolds in a mirror?