Back to Life

All bursts forth, all rises, all scatters… Yet sooner or later, all returns. The stars, born of a primal fire, eventually fall back into the cosmic ocean that bore them. This painting tells that sacred cycle. A blazing eruption soars, with flashes of red, gold, blue, and violet, like an offering cast toward infinity. But behind the explosion, one senses the opposite surge: the return. Return not as a fall, but as fulfillment. For the sources are not past: they wait, still alive, ready to receive whatever comes to drink from them again. Every soul knows this journey. It departs, it strays, it explores the faraway. But one day, it comes back to its origin, and finds again the clear water from which it was born. Return to the sources is remembrance. To remember that we are not strangers to the universe, but dust of its first radiance. To remember that the end is only a beginning, that the circle closes only to open anew. And in the light of this canvas, each one feels deep within the call of a familiar dwelling, a cradle of eternity. A place without place, a time without time: the very heart of origins.