In Corde Coeli (71)

A violet eruption bursts at the center of the canvas, like a column of incense rising toward infinity. Around it, pinks and oranges spread in fiery layers, warmed by the golden light that permeates the entire space. Deep greens and turquoises emerge in counterpoint, bringing freshness and balance to this blaze. The whole takes on the appearance of an incandescent landscape, like a flaming mountain rising from a sea of light. The pictorial matter seems sculpted by breath: veins, flashes, and flows become paths of fire and water. The gaze naturally rises toward this central ascent, as though carried by an invisible call. In this movement, one perceives an invitation to go beyond the earthly horizon in order to welcome celestial clarity. And if this geyser of colors were nothing but the echo of our inner impulses—that secret force which drives us to rise toward what surpasses us?