Untitled 3 (The Butterfly Chase)

Rendered in a warm, sepia hush, the lone figure with a net is suspended between land and sky, as if harvesting not insects but fleeting instants of summer air. The composition is driven by the sweeping diagonals of grass—restless, wind-struck marks that surge across the foreground—while the pale, open sky creates a contemplative void against which the body becomes both small and resilient. Dragonflies punctuate the scene like brief sparks of attention, turning the act of catching into a quiet meditation on pursuit, transience, and the gentle labor of being present.