Inside the flame there is no light, only vibration.

There are atoms colliding, searching for air, fading and igniting again.

This painting enters the depth of fire, where the flame is no longer light, but trembling matter.

Within it, every atom spins in an invisible dance, being born and dying in the same instant.

Orange, red, and rose tones intertwine like molecules in motion, a universe burning from within.

Each brushstroke is a current of energy seeking direction, a breath of light trying to become flesh.

The colors are warm breaths moving in silence, like the blood of light itself.

The flame no longer represents, it lives.

And there, at its very heart, there is nothing to see.

Only energy, happening.