Quintessence (603)

In this painting, an explosion of colour rises like a hymn of embers in the night. Deep reds ignite, encircled by silver filaments, while flashes of orange and green pierce the sombre mass that looms at the centre. It resembles an inner volcano opening wide, letting a fiery breath surge forth from the heart of the shadows. The gaze is lost in this whirling: each vein seems to fight for its existence, each spark challenges opacity to assert its own light. It is a movement both chaotic and majestic, like a cosmic birth witnessed by our eyes. The canvas throbs, breathes, and stretches far beyond its frame. Amidst this effusion, a form almost organic emerges, at once fragile and powerful. As though life, in its relentless endeavour, always finds a breach through which to be reborn. Here, beauty is not granted at first glance: it is conquered, forged in the tumult of opposites. And if, in the end, our greatest revelations were never serene certainties, but shards torn from chaos, like those inner flames that never cease to burst forth?