Sparks

They dont burn - they glow. Small, barely visible - in every stroke of terracotta, in every glimmer of orange across the earth. Sparks dont announce themselves. They simply exist - quietly and stubbornly - even when the sky has already gone almost grey.

This painting is about warmth that doesnt go out. The earth here is alive - hot ochre, deep terracotta, a red line at the very horizon - like a last reminder: fire was here. And it never left.

The blue sky above is calm, almost cool. But somewhere between the sky and the earth - where they meet - those little sparks live on. Keeping the whole world warm.

Acrylic on canvas. Original artwork.