

A corridor of pale, sun-bleached earth cleaves through a dense orchard whose foliage dissolves into a vibrating blue-violet haze, as if the scene were remembered rather than observed. The repetition of trunks receding in perspective creates a steady pulse of order, yet the stippled, almost electric surface of the canopy unsettles that calm, turning nature into a field of charged particles. Light becomes both guide and erasure here—whitening the path into silence while saturating the trees with nocturnal intensity—so the work reads as a meditation on passage: moving forward through beauty that is at once abundant and strangely ungraspable.







