Untitled 21 (Misty Morning)

This landscape is orchestrated around a single, luminous seam of water that cleaves the verdant banks and draws the eye inward, as if the land itself were opening to reveal its quiet pulse. Layered mountains dissolve into cool, misted blues, softening distance into memory and letting the foreground greens read as living immediacy—wet, fertile, and newly awakened. The measured interplay of reflection and shadow turns the river into a mirror of time, suggesting passage and persistence rather than spectacle, where serenity is earned through depth and restraint. In its restrained palette and spacious atmosphere, the work becomes a meditation on continuity: the slow conversation between earth, water, and the unseen weather that shapes them.