Quintessence (99)

In this painting, colors burst forth like a revel of corals, vibrant with blue, violet and orange gleams. At its heart, turquoise jets soar upwards, evoking marine fans or bouquets of abyssal flowers opening to the light. Around them, purples and golds unfurl like fiery petals, scattered with white foam and green glimmers, conjuring a sense of uprising and abundance. The whole appears animated by a profound breath, as if matter itself were singing. Each coloured stroke becomes an organism, a cell, a miniature star. The eye wanders through this organic profusion, gliding from coral to anemone, from a shard of lava to a nascent galaxy. Everything seems bound by the same vital momentum, a sap of light circulating between the forms. This is a mysterious garden where colours ignite and answer one another, an Eden submerged that preserves the memory of a sacred beginning. In the face of this profusion, a gentle question arises: what if what we call “beauty” were naught but the reflection of creative joy, that energy ceaselessly shaping the universe and our very souls?