The Fields of Yaaru (22)

A surge of light opens at the center of the canvas, like a burning spring within a vegetal setting. Greens, striated in long vertical strokes, recall the stems of a field swept by wind. At the heart of this fan, a blazing core—red, orange, violet—pulses like a cosmic flower, both fragile and indomitable. The gesture of the knife imprints the painting with a dazzling momentum: each striation seems to extend the thrust of an energy reaching beyond the frame. Yet amid this explosion, harmony emerges, as if the chaos of colors obeyed a secret law. To gaze upon this canvas is to enter a sacred space, where nature becomes breath and revelation. Here one perceives both fire and water, root and impulse, matter and spirit. All converge toward a radiant center, promise of perpetual renewal. In this abstract garden, the eye loses itself and finds itself again, recalling that life is a constant circulation: a surge, a respiration, a mystery to contemplate.