The Fields of Yaaru (15)

In this painting, a whirlwind of light and colors opens like a cosmic corolla. At the center, deep pink, entwined with reds and oranges, unfolds into a fiery spiral, like a beating heart. Around it, greens and blues shoot forth in long rays, striated by the knife, evoking both stems and shards of sky. The matter, worked in thick layers, gives the canvas a tactile, almost carnal vibration. It feels as though the paint itself breathes, pulsing from within. Each gesture, each striation, seems to partake in a breath animating the whole. The gaze is drawn toward the center, as if attracted by a primordial source of energy. In this incandescent circle, one seems to glimpse both the blooming of a flower and the birth of a star. Nature and cosmos merge, reminding us that all creation proceeds from the same mystery. Thus the canvas becomes a silent sanctuary, where the viewer is invited to gather inwardly. It tells us that life is not only to be contemplated: it is to be felt, received, welcomed as an offering of light.