A burst of emerald fire fractures the void—
veins of teal and gold radiate outward,
webbed in black like the memory of motion
etched into the skin of a dying cosmos.
At its heart, a star unravels: not in silence, but in song—each cell a note, each shimmer a breath
of something ancient breaking open.
The pigments do not settle; they surge,
caught mid-transformation, as if the canvas were a living map of energy escaping form.
This is the moment before rebirth, when light forgets its shape and the universe dreams in green.
- Subject Matter: Abstract
- Collections: Spill Minis