Colours Of Life 17 (Verdant Echoes)

This abstract field breathes like an overgrown memory, where mossy greens and bruised ochres are disturbed by sudden ember-orange flares that feel both organic and alarmed. The composition drifts without a fixed horizon, yet arcs of charcoal and scraped whites carve fleeting pathways, as if light is trying to surface through layers of sediment and erasure. Semi-transparent circular traces read like residues—fruit, cells, or held breaths—suggesting a quiet tension between growth and decay, emergence and concealment. What lingers most is the sensation of a landscape that is internal rather than geographic: a psyche in mid-regeneration, still marked by heat.