Quintessence (297)

This canvas unfolds like submerged earth in the midst of germination. Lush greens intermingle with whites and golds, resembling new shoots springing from sacred soil. Purples and violets slip between the forms, bringing the depth of mystery, while orange touches illuminate the scene like embers laid at the heart of matter. Each detail appears animated by a breath, as if the painting itself were breathing. Whorls unfurl in spirals, evoking roots, corals, or galaxies in gestation. One’s eye is lost within, discovering at times an organism, a flower, or a star in formation. It is a profusion that unites the infinitely small and the infinitely great within a single harmony. This vision invites contemplation of a hidden garden, a submarine Eden that holds within it the memory of a beginning. The work seems to whisper that the mystery of creation resides in the very simplicity of growth: life that emerges, always, despite the darkness. And so, one question remains: what if the truest prayer were nothing other than this luminous and obstinate surge of life?