Tree 2

The painting opens into a hushed woodland where vertical trunks form a solemn architecture, and the eye is gently ushered toward a pale, luminous clearing that feels like a held breath. Loose, tactile brushwork lets foliage flicker in and out of focus, so light becomes a living presence—dappled, restless, and tender against the heavier shadowed earth. In this quiet tension between concealment and revelation, the forest reads as both refuge and threshold, inviting contemplation of what lies just beyond the visible path.