Horse Carriage 6 (A Misty Morning)

In a hush of charcoal greys and milky light, the monumental dome dissolves into mist as if memory itself were eroding at the horizon. The foreground carriages—bulky, half-abstracted forms—glide across a rain-slicked plane where reflections stretch into nervous lines, turning the street into a stage of soft motion and quiet inevitability. Human figures appear as fleeting marks between lampposts and shadow, suggesting a city felt more than seen: a place where history presses down, yet daily life persists in blurred, tender resilience.