In Corde Coeli (75)

A torrent of solar yellow floods the canvas, radiating the scene with vibrant clarity. Violets and magentas surge in counterpoint, forming fiery clouds that seem to dance in this sea of light. Below, turquoises and greens flow like fluid rivers, bringing freshness and balance to this blaze. At the center, a clear form opens, resembling a passage or a gushing spring. The composition breathes like a landscape both earthly and celestial: one senses valleys bathed in light, skies ablaze, tranquil waters. But beyond the image, what strikes most is the vibration of the colors themselves—their intimate dialogue, their silent song. The eye is carried into an ascending movement, as though lifted by an invisible breath. And if this luminous tumult were not the reflection of an external world, but the map of our own inner impulses—this secret quest of the soul toward the original light?