

A procession of mountain ridges unfurls in layered bands of cobalt and indigo, where ochre seams and chalky whites cut through the slopes like exposed memory beneath the skin of the land. The compressed perspective stacks peaks upon peaks, creating a rhythmic ascent that feels less like a single viewpoint and more like a sustained meditation on distance and endurance. Light arrives sparingly—softened into a pale horizon—so that the terrain itself becomes the emotional weather, oscillating between calm depth and restless movement. In this restrained sky and insistent blue, the landscape reads as an inner geography: vast, patient, and quietly charged with the passage of time.