Jungle 3 (Blue Rhapsody)

This landscape is less a depiction of place than an act of remembering, where the canopy blooms into a luminous blue mist and the ground dissolves into warm ochres and earthen reds. The composition hinges on the dialogue between anchored, dark trunks and the airborne shimmer of foliage, allowing light to behave like a soft weather system that drifts across the surface. Rough, broken brushwork and veiled transitions keep the scene in perpetual motion—part orchard, part dream—suggesting nature not as stability, but as a tender, constantly re-forming threshold between shelter and exposure.