Spring

Seen from above, the composition turns an ordinary path into a quiet meditation on passage: pink sandals pause amid a granular, rust-brown ground, while slate stones interrupt the field like stubborn memories embedded in time. The scattered pale leaves—delicate and almost weightless—counter the density of the earth, suggesting impermanence drifting across something enduring. Through this restrained palette and intimate cropping, the work frames walking not as movement but as reflection, where the smallest debris becomes a map of lived moments.