My Village (Peaceful Retreat**)

This watercolor holds a quiet architecture of memory: a low pavilion sheltered beneath tall trunks, where the forest’s translucent greens dissolve into light like breath. The composition lets the trees act as solemn sentinels, their verticals framing the roof’s softened geometry and guiding the eye toward the small human figures—almost incidental, yet anchoring the scene with lived scale and humble ritual. Washes of sunlit ochre and cool shadow ripple across the ground, suggesting time passing in dappled intervals, while the building’s muted reds and grays read as a tender refuge against the expansive, listening canopy. In its restraint, the work becomes a meditation on belonging—how nature does not merely surround shelter, but consecrates it.