Oil and aerosol on panel

222 × 222 cm

Daylight, a high fall, the mountain almost written in pattern — water dropping, birch catching light, dark timber holding the edge. The landscape isn’t pictured so much as rendered: an allegory of how nature occupies space, the same handwriting at every scale. Water falling, light shifting, nothing fixed. Somehow that movement is what steadies you — solace in a world large enough to hold it all.