The Mount of Fate

This canvas rises like a blazing wall, set against a violet sky. Red and golden tones form an incandescent peak, a block of fire frozen in light. At its base, green and blue stream down like waterfalls, recalling life clinging to steep cliffs. Each vertical stroke feels like an impulse, an ascent, a trial carved into matter. The colored strata recall the ages of a world, memory petrified within the rock. The mountain appears both menacing and sacred, a threshold to cross to reach a hidden truth. The gaze is drawn into this verticality linking earth to heaven. Where matter densifies, light bursts forth, as though each trial already held its radiance. The canvas becomes a metaphor: to climb is to accept both the burn and the illumination.