I Am In The Light (A Moment of Tranquility)

This painting frames a lone train as a moving threshold between inhabited order and the soft, untamed presence of trees, its bands of warm color cutting through a field of muted greens like a remembered pulse of travel. The composition lets the tracks dissolve into the foreground, turning perspective into uncertainty, while the industrial shed behind reads as a quiet weight—an architecture of routine that the locomotive both serves and briefly escapes. Light is handled with a hushed, dusty restraint, so that the scene feels less like reportage than a meditation on departure: motion held in suspension, time audible but not yet passing.