Untitled 15

A veil of saturated blues and greens rises like a stand of trees seen through memory rather than sight, its softened edges suggesting forms that are felt before they are named. Against this cool, immersive field, the ochre ground and sunlit margins act as a warm counterweight—an earthbound hush that steadies the painting’s drifting atmosphere. Thin vertical traces read as trunks or passing figures, anchoring the composition while also implying time’s quiet seepage, as if the scene is slowly dissolving into pure sensation. The work becomes a meditation on belonging: the pull between rootedness and reverie, between the clarity of daylight and the tender blur of recollection.