Quintessence (802)

A solar brilliance sweeps across this canvas — liquid flame, or tidal fire, no one could say. Oranges and yellows answer each other, like rivers of molten light that breathe. Green spheres emerged on their own, strange planets or bubbles of oxygen, remnants of another realm. Below, a web unfolds — cells, alveoli, constellations? Everything feels both organic and cosmic, alive, yet made of starlight. Matter presses against its own edge, as if longing to cross its limit. Colors seem to rise, not to conquer, but to reach something unseen. Is this a sun being born, or an ocean opening to the heavens? Here, all things merge — water and fire, life and light.