Untitled 12 (Forest Falls)

Veiled in a cool, mineral palette of blue-greens and stormed violets, this waterfall scene feels less like a postcard of nature than a meditation on time’s quiet insistence. The falls, rendered in pale, breathlike strokes, carve luminous passages through the darker rock mass, setting softness against permanence and turning gravity into a kind of gentle ritual. Space dissolves into mist and shadow at the edges, as though the landscape is remembering itself rather than fully appearing, and the calm surface below receives the cascade like a muted confession. In this restrained light, the water becomes both cleansing and erasure—an ongoing act of renewal that never quite settles.