Quintessence (1387)

This canvas unfolds in a burst of radiant light, erupting from a single point of origin like the explosion of a celestial body. Around it, colours scatter in myriad trajectories: incandescent reds, mineral greens, deep blues and mysterious violets. It is as though we witness a rain of fragments, a belt of asteroids in formation, bearing witness to a creative chaos where matter breaks apart only to be reborn. Each bubble of paint is a potential world, each gleam a seed of a universe, suspended within this primordial fluidity. The eye traces the curves and drips as one might follow the invisible orbits of a nascent constellation. Nothing is fixed: the cosmos invents itself in the tumult.