Quintessence (408)

A meeting of fire and water sets the canvas ablaze, like an embrace of the elements. Fiery reds flow in torrents of lava, while blues rise as oceanic cliffs. Between them, touches of green and ochre emerge like new lands, born from the collision of opposing forces. The eye is drawn into this flow, at times vertical, at times horizontal, like a constant dialogue between ascension and collapse. White bursts shimmer on the surface, like stars lost in the storm of colors. Each drop seems a seed of light placed at the heart of the tumult. Here, chance composes a score where each color plays its part, not to dominate but to connect. The darkness in the background recalls the silent immensity that welcomes everything—even the excess of flames and waves. The whole breathes power, yet also the fragile balance of life. And if we too were shifting landscapes, made of those fiery contradictions that, instead of breaking us, shape us in depth?