

A lone yellow tram advances through a landscape washed into grayscale, its saturated body reading like a pulse of lived time against the hush of rain-dark trees. The composition hinges on doubling: the vehicle’s crisp reflection in a pooled mirror turns the street into a threshold where motion and memory share the same track. Overhead wires stitch the scene with quiet geometry, suggesting an unseen civic rhythm, while the watercolor bleed and softened edges let the city feel momentarily suspended—present, yet already dissolving into recollection.







