Quintessence (5)

This painting looks like a liquid sky where fluorescent galaxies scatter across the darkness. Splashes of emerald and turquoise open like aquatic gateways, while a luminous whirlpool on the left seems to draw the gaze towards an infinite spiral. Golden and rose glimmers float on the surface like meteors in fusion, witnesses to a nascent elsewhere. Here, the boundary between ocean and cosmos dissolves: each bubble could be a star, each drop a planet, each reflection a memory of sunken universes. Everything breathes as in an abyssal dream, where one no longer knows whether one is plunging into the sea or ascending towards the sky. Light carves its path through the shadows, a silent promise, both fragile and ardent. Is this a cartography of sleep, a fragment of the night that dwells within us? And what if the dream itself were a secret constellation, drawn in the ink of our souls?