Keplea (Whispers of the Forest)

A luminous veil of white drifts across the surface like overexposed memory, while vertical color-bands—greens, ochres, and ember reds—rise and dissolve in a soft, wavering rhythm. The composition hovers between landscape and pure sensation, suggesting a forest seen through rain or time, where edges blur and presence becomes atmosphere. Its light feels less like illumination than erasure, turning pigment into a meditation on impermanence and the way perception fractures into layered traces.