The Fields of Yaaru (8)

This painting rises like a cascade of light. Turquoise and aquamarine striations descend in broad movements, recalling the flow of a clear spring. Within this stream, bursts of red, pink, and orange emerge like suspended flowers, offered to the light. The knife imprints a fluid verticality: each gesture seems to guide the eye upward, like an ascent. One perceives both the force of gushing water and the lightness of foliage stirred by wind. The colors sing in harmony: blue soothes, green enfolds, violet grounds, while red and orange set the whole ablaze. The matter, thick and vibrant, gives body to this dance of the elements, where visible and invisible merge. The canvas then becomes an inner landscape: a secret garden where flowers become flames, where rays are stems, where water and fire converge. The viewer is invited to be carried along, as if standing at the edge of an imaginary clearing where everything breathes silence and life.