The Fields of Yaaru (17)

An explosion of colors arises like a mythical bird taking flight. The vast, soothing turquoise background welcomes this flamboyant iridescence where pink, violet, and orange intertwine in an organic dance. At the center, the matter bends, overlaps, unfurls, sketching a luminous wing that cleaves through space. The knife leaves fluid, powerful traces, like gusts of wind guiding the movement. Each burst becomes a pulse, a breath that carries farther than the eye can reach. The canvas breathes with the momentum of life: an energy that rises, scatters, yet always returns. The viewer perceives both a flower opening and a bird taking off, a perfect fusion of vegetal and animal, as though all creation incarnated itself in a single gesture. The horizon transforms into a sanctuary of light, a promise of infinity. Before this vision, time suspends its course. What remains is only a silent invitation: to let oneself be carried, to open to the unknown, and to welcome the fragile and sovereign beauty of the instant.