Quintessence (989)

This canvas of mysterious intensity unfolds like a rift between two worlds, a passage between shadow and light. Deep blacks, crossed with pale cells, stretch like volcanic clouds, while luminous blues burst forth in radiant rivers. Between these opposing poles, orange and red form glowing shards, like embers imprisoned in stone. It feels like a living geology: matter organizes, fractures, renews itself. The lighter zones recall limestone polished by water, while the darker flows evoke the still-warm lava of a world in transformation. The fluidity of blue binds the whole, like a breath of water refusing to be smothered by the weight of fire and shadow. It is a work of contrasts and balances: roughness and softness, density and lightness, obscurity and clarity. In this unpredictable dialogue, chance becomes sculptor, revealing the beauty of inner fractures. And if our faults were not wounds, but the very veins through which light flows?