Untitled 11

This painting breathes like a dusk-lit forest remembered rather than observed, where cool teals and deep greens dissolve the boundary between foliage and air. A soft, amber glow nests among the trunks, acting as a quiet heart of the composition—less a literal light source than a suggestion of sanctuary or presence. The scattered pink blossoms read as drifting constellations across the undergrowth, guiding the eye in a gentle spiral and turning the woodland into a dreamspace where stillness feels charged with private revelation.