

This painting stages a pond as a threshold between worlds: below, the dense constellation of lily pads anchors the eye in tactile, earthly color; above, vertical veils of light dissolve into a molten sky of reds and golds, as if the surface itself were remembering fire. The composition breathes through the central blue corridor—cool, reflective space that gathers the scattered blossoms into a quiet orbit—while the pads’ overlapping discs create a gentle, rhythmic drift rather than a fixed horizon. In that interplay of saturation and reflection, the water becomes a metaphor for inner calm held against emotional heat, where each flower reads like a small act of clarity rising from abundance.







