



This watercolor city scene distills urban motion into a luminous haze, where sun-struck yellows of passing taxis become both spotlight and heartbeat against the weathered stone façades. Figures emerge in fluid, abbreviated strokes—neither fully anonymous nor fully defined—suggesting the way a city grants intimacy only in passing, then dissolves it back into crowd and noise. The composition pivots on a corridor of light that drags long shadows across the street, turning everyday transit into a quiet drama of direction, proximity, and fleeting encounter. Splattered pigments and soft-edged architecture feel like memory itself: porous, vibrating, and irrevocably in motion.







