



A modest wooden chapel settles into the bend of a quiet path, its warm ochres and siennas held like embers against the cool wash of the roadway, suggesting refuge more felt than announced. The composition draws the eye inward along converging lines and fence rails, while the lacework of bare branches interrupts the sky like memoryβdelicate, restless, and uncontainable. Splattered, translucent foliage in greens and rusts breathes around the structure, turning the scene into a meditation on seasons: faith and shelter enduring as the world shifts in color, light, and time.







