The Blossoming Of Life (43)

In this painting, a solar burst ignites the heart of life. Incandescent yellow rises like a dawn flame, awakening the emerald foliage and azure roots. The flows meet, intertwine, and merge — as if light itself sought to be reborn from the earth. It is a fire without burning, a birth without cry, an offering of warmth to the unseen. Pigments become breaths, stains turn into wingbeats. Everything pulses with a primal energy, both floral and cosmic. What if every gleam of color were a memory of the world’s first morning?