Summer Morning (Field of Dreams)

A vaporous veil of pale light drifts across the surface, dissolving the horizon into a suspended hush where atmosphere becomes the true subject. The lower register gathers into a dense, indigo silhouette—half skyline, half memory—its softened edges suggesting a city or mountain range seen through rain, time, or emotion. Subtle vertical streaks read like falling mist or pigment tears, turning the scene into a meditation on impermanence, where presence is felt most strongly in what cannot be clearly named.