Path Of God (Summer Meadow)

A low, sweeping horizon holds the landscape in a quiet breath, where distant blue-grey hills dissolve into a pale, washed sky and turn space itself into a kind of hush. In the foreground, the field erupts with gestural specks of white and yellow—paint handled like wind-tossed pollen—so that abundance reads less as detail than as sensation and memory. The two trees, tilted and spare, act as sentinels of time: their slight lean suggests endurance under unseen weather, anchoring the composition while the meadow’s flicker speaks of life’s brief, radiant season.