Seasons 136

A luminous grove unfurls in a fever of violet and turquoise, where dark, calligraphic trunks rise like memory’s scaffolding and hold aloft a canopy of crimson petals. The paint is laid with confident, gestural thickness, letting color behave as atmosphere rather than description—light seems to seep through the foliage in fragments, as if the scene is being recalled rather than observed. Beneath this floating bloom, the green ground carries scattered reds like fallen declarations, turning the landscape into a meditation on seasonal change: beauty at its fullest already beginning to loosen and drift.