Original artwork description:

“The Collision of Skies”

A storm writes poetry in color,
each bolt a brushstroke,
each cloud a secret unraveling.

The horizon breaks—not in silence,
but in soundless riot,
where gold crashes into violet
and the earth sparks like memory.

There is a city here,
buried in brilliance,
its buildings drawn from dreams
and scattered logic.

Pink explodes like laughter,
blue drips like time,
and orange flares like a thought
just before it disappears.

Nothing is certain—
except movement,
except light,
except the wild, unspoken truth
that chaos knows beauty
better than order ever could.

Materials used:

oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame

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