The Fields of Yaaru (33)

A vegetal outpouring fills this canvas, as if nature had opened in a single breath. Green and turquoise striations unfurl in luminous beams, like rays piercing the air and guiding the gaze toward the blazing heart. There, carmine and magenta flowers burst forth—dense, almost carnal—suspended at the center of this whirlwind. Touches of orange and gold bring an intimate warmth, recalling the setting sun igniting the foliage. In this thick, vibrant matter, each color seems to hold its own breath, each trace its rhythm. The knife has sculpted the canvas as one sculpts life itself: in layers, in surges, through gestures both impetuous and measured. This painting breathes with the energy of beginnings. It speaks of the vital force that bursts forth even in shadow, of the persistence of light at the heart of the living. Within it lies a discreet sanctuary. The viewer is enveloped by this vibration: an invitation to listen to nature not only with the eyes, but with the soul.