What Dreams Are Made Of (15)

In a blazing surge, reds and oranges set this canvas aflame, crossed by white streaks that resemble lightning frozen in time. The surrounding turquoise, calmer, seems to soothe this fiery effusion without ever extinguishing it. Here, everything breathes contrast: fluidity and suddenness, gentleness and burning, calm and eruption. The sharpened shapes evoke incandescent branches, ready to consume themselves in order to be reborn as light. The vibrant, shifting matter bears witness to a passage: the instant when a dream transforms into vision, when the invisible reveals itself through the tangible. Fragments of light fall like a rain of sparks, reminding us that nothing is ever fixed, that everything is becoming. The work unfolds as a meditation on the blazing fragility of existence. And if the essence of dreams were nothing other than this inner fire, burning to illuminate the path of our soul?