The Sixth Seal

Bursts of red, green, and gold collide in an incandescent whirlwind. At the center, a nearly human silhouette seems to emerge from matter itself, as though sculpted by chance. It is neither fixed nor defined: a fragile apparition, messenger of a world in gestation. Around it, colors flare and clash, opening a vibrant scene where abstraction takes on the accents of revelation. Yellows blend with greens like a promise of renewal, while blue soothes the fiery excess. White, discreet yet luminous, offers a breath of transcendence, reminding us that every intensity needs silence to find its rightful place. Here, the eye believes it sees a passage: a half-open door between the visible and the invisible. The canvas imposes itself as a symbolic seal, a sign engraved not by the hand alone, but by the meeting of gesture and chance, of matter and Spirit. Each burst becomes language, each nuance, a fragment of prophecy. And if our lives too were constellated with signs we do not always know how to read?