



This rain-darkened city scene stages a quiet drama of movement and memory, where the ochre taxi becomes a warm ember against a chorus of steel greys and washed whites. Broad, confident brushwork dissolves architectural certainty into mist, suggesting a metropolis felt more as weather and tempo than as fixed geography. Reflections pooling on the roadway stretch the space outward like a mirror of passing time, turning everyday transitβbus, car, crowdβinto a meditation on urban longing and perpetual arrival.







