Yves Klein was by far the coolest, craziest, bluest post-World-War-II Frenchman ever to hit the art scene. Most famous for his monochromatic paintings in his own trademarked cerulean color. This particular painting looks like nothing else I've ever seen of his. It lacks the same crisp quality and shocking color that I associate with his work, and instead invokes a calming feeling. Painted just months before his death, Klein's style changed as he shifted towards an obsession with the natural and fire in particular rather than his usual use of the human body. Even when taking into account of this change in style, no other work looks remotely like this in composition and color. Like so many of the other works with fire, it circles around the center. Organized in a way, but soft at the edges and incredibly freeing to look at. When I look at this mark of flame, it reminds me of the soft, flowery wings of a moth fluttering by a streetlamp at night. The purity in the white color is beautiful and ethereal to a certain extent. Unlike so many of Klein's other works, I would call this painting a true manifestation of peace in art. 

So, you may be asking, what does this blob of serenity have to do with fire other than the fact that it's slightly shaped like candle flame?