This painting emerged from my fascination with impermanence—the idea that even what seems solid, grounded, or eternal is quietly in flux. The movement of golden, earthen tones against vast, sweeping blues became a meditation on how landscapes are not fixed realities but temporal conditions. I wasn’t painting a place, but a transition—a passage. Something dissolving, something forming. There’s no center here, no narrative—only momentum. Like time, it doesn’t ask for meaning; it simply moves.
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