In Corde Coeli (67)

A blazing firestorm engulfs the canvas, unfurling its reds and oranges into a sky in flames. At the heart of this ardor, a turquoise and violet vein emerges like a river of light, crossing the fire to lay down its breath of appeasement. Below, greens stretch in fertile layers, recalling the promise of the nurturing earth at the foot of the celestial blaze. Textures branch into subtle networks, resembling roots or lightning frozen in matter. The painting becomes a metaphor for the meeting of trial and grace, of conflagration and rebirth. The gaze is drawn into these contrasts, oscillating between burning and freshness, between chaos and harmony. And if, within our own storms, there always existed this hidden river of light, ready to irrigate the arid zones of our lives and transform them into gardens of hope?