Spiti (Autumnal Splendor**)

This painting immerses the viewer in a thicket of sun-struck foliage where innumerable small strokes accumulate into a living tapestry of golds, greens, and ember-like reds. The canopy presses forward, nearly consuming the sky, so that space is felt less as distance than as a gentle compression—an intimacy that mirrors the way memory crowds in with detail. Light is not merely depicted but distributed, flickering across leaves and earth like a quiet pulse, suggesting abundance tinged with transience, as if the season is at its most radiant precisely because it is on the verge of turning.