Untitled 12 (Forest Dwellings)

A lattice of slender trunks rises like a curtain, turning the forest into an architectural threshold through which a quiet settlement is only partially granted to view. The palette—sun-struck ochres, mossy greens, and small pulses of red—compresses time into a perpetual late afternoon, while the horizontal band of water mirrors the houses with a softened, almost remembered clarity. Human presence is reduced to bicycles and silhouettes, suggesting a life lived in passing, as if the painting holds the tender tension between retreat and return. In this layered space, nature is not merely backdrop but a protective screen—beauty as concealment, and reflection as a second, more introspective world.