Quintessence (57)

This canvas comes alive like a living fresco, where colours seem to blossom one from another. Rose and violet flames unfurl in incandescent corollas, evoking stellar flowers in full expansion. To the left, blues and greens flow in liquid sheets, resembling cascades of light passing through an emerald forest. The centre blazes with vivid oranges and yellows, like ardent hearths that illuminate the surrounding shadows. Deep blacks and greens, threaded with fine veins, bring a telluric contrast, like the subterranean memory of a world in formation. Everything mingles, everything breathes in an organic flow where the infinitely small and the infinitely large become indistinguishable. One has the impression of beholding both a celestial map and an earthly germination, an alchemy between sky and matter. Is it a dream of creation, or the echo of a soul inventing its own universes?