The Flame (of life)

THE FLAME (OF LIFE)
A flame is the most honest thing in the world. It does not perform. It does not negotiate. It burns because burning is its nature, and the moment it stops burning it ceases to exist. There is no version of a flame that holds back, plays it safe, burns a little less brightly to avoid making others uncomfortable.
Every human being carries one.
Most people spend considerable energy managing theirs — containing it, modulating it, ensuring it does not consume too much or demand too much or illuminate too much of what others would prefer to leave in shadow. The vessel survives this way. The flame does not.
The Flame (of Life) is the vessel that stopped managing.
The jarrón erupts in red and pink, in turquoise and black — not arranged but detonated, the palette of something that has reached the temperature at which it can no longer pretend to be cooler than it is. The intricate patterns surrounding the vessel are not decoration but the physical record of what a genuine ignition looks like at a molecular level — atoms and particles rearranging themselves in the presence of real heat, reality itself reorganising around a source of that much energy.
This is not comfortable art. It does not sit quietly on a wall and complement the furniture. It insists on itself, the way a flame insists on itself, the way life insists on itself in any being that has stopped apologising for being fully alive.
The collector who chooses this work is choosing to live with a reminder. That the flame is not a problem to be solved. It is the point.
A3 (29.7 × 42 cm) · Acrylic, ink, gesso and glue on wood panel · 2024 · One of a kind Presented in a black wood tray frame. Signed, titled and dated on the reverse. Certificate of Authenticity included.