My Village 1 (Worlds Apart)

Suspended against a quiet, unmodulated ground, the village appears as an archipelago of painted memories—clusters of tilting roofs and improbable towers that hover like thoughts not yet anchored to geography. The saturated reds, ochres, and blues create a playful optical rhythm, while the deliberate spacing turns absence into a kind of breath, letting each fragment resonate as its own small narrative. Animals, trees, and tiny human traces thread the composition with pastoral intimacy, suggesting a world where daily life persists even when its structures feel scattered. In this gentle dislocation, the work becomes less a map than a meditation on belonging—how home can be rebuilt from bright shards of recollection.