

This forest scene is built like a memory rather than a map, where the canopy dissolves into a vaporous quilt of ochres, ember-reds, and golds that seems to radiate its own heat. Slender trunks rise as dark, calligraphic anchors, carving vertical stillness through the granular, flickering foliage and creating a rhythmic tension between permanence and seasonal surrender. The soft, diffuse light—more felt than seen—turns the clearing into a threshold space, suggesting the quiet moment when abundance tips into disappearance and nature rehearses the poetics of change.