Quintessence (80)

In this painting, the Breath takes the form of a cosmic wave, surging from the depths to rise towards the light. Greens unfold in fluid sprays, like a liquid forest or an immersed aurora borealis, while violet traces the secret memory of roots at the heart of the foam. Above, the yellow and red incandescence evokes the spark of a celestial fire, an ember that kindles the invisible and gives impetus. Everything seems borne by a force that is at once gentle and irresistible, like the first breath that sets the silence of origins trembling. Pigments scatter in filaments, in veins, reminding us that even chaos obeys a greater harmony. Each flow is a breath, each glimmer of light a new inspiration. The universe appears to open before our eyes like a sail swollen with divine wind. And what if this primordial breath were not only at the origin of the world, but also nestled in the depths of every being, ready to lift them up at any moment?