Winter

A quiet procession of slender trunks stands like sentinels at the picture plane, their vertical cadence framing a luminous ribbon of water that draws the eye inward toward a softened horizon. The palette moves from shadowed, earthen foreground into silvery blues and pale greens, letting light behave less as illumination than as remembrance—something felt rather than seen. By withholding dense detail and allowing atmospheric haze to dissolve the far bank, the work turns landscape into meditation, suggesting how thresholds in nature mirror the mind’s own passage from weight to clarity.