In Corde Coeli (42)

A yellow sun bursts at the top of the canvas, radiating and seeping into shadow, like an incandescent clarity rising from the depths. Below, purples and magentas clash, pouring out in fiery layers, crossed by black veins branching like roots or petrified lightning. Turquoise and sky-blue bursts open here and there, offering a fragile breath within this blazing density. Here, the painting seems to burn and regenerate at the same time: a volcano of light and colors where beauty meets violence, where brilliance meets shadow. The eye is drawn into this tension, unable to choose between the luminous warmth above and the vibrating darkness below. Everything breathes intensity, like a heart of fire pulsing through matter. And if this canvas were nothing other than the image of our own interior—that secret place where the flames of life and the shadows of the unknown coexist in mysterious harmony?