Mountain Alley (27 × 20 inches), 2026 year

The evening path, cut through the tall forested mountains, stretches through the alley like a thread drawn between sky and earth. Sunset pours thick gold over the slopes, and the tree trunks stand like dark columns of a temple where silence itself serves. The mountains breathe slowly, their shoulders wrapped in a violet haze. You walk—and it feels as if you are entering the depths of some ancient thought, where every step sounds softly, like a word spoken in a half-whisper.

Paper, pastel, acrylic, sepia, gouache.