

Framed by the heavy arch like a proscenium, the rain-slick street becomes a stage where a tram’s blunt geometry cuts through a haze of umbrellas and pedestrians, anchoring the city’s restless pulse. Warm ochres of old facades and domes glow against cool, washed blues, while the pavement’s mirrored sheen doubles the scene into a trembling memory—half present, half reflection. The loose, calligraphic lines and dripping washes turn weather into atmosphere and time into texture, suggesting an urban life perpetually in transit, held between shelter and exposure, permanence and passing.







