The Fields of Yaaru (5)

A flow of colors crosses the canvas, like a luminous wave surging from the depths. Blues and greens intertwine in shifting layers, recalling the changing reflections of water or sky. At the heart of this living matter, bursts of red, yellow, and pink emerge, like gentle flames that illuminate the composition. The knife has sculpted broad striations, giving the whole a rising momentum. Each gesture seems to prolong a breath, each burst a heartbeat. The gaze follows these lines as one follows the veins of a leaf or the current of a stream. This dialogue between aquatic freshness and inner fire composes a sacred space: a passage between depth and light. Within it, one senses both the surge of spring and the promise of renewal. In this visual hymn, nature is not described but felt. The canvas becomes a mirror of the soul, an invitation to embrace the very movement of life: unpredictable, yet always carried by clarity.