Acrylic on canvas,
Breath of Morning The first quiet inhale of day — light drifting softly through the remnants of night. The landscape stirs with color and calm, as if the world itself is remembering how to wake.
Part of the ‘Echoes of Dawn’ series, the world is caught between silence and awakening — a meditation on the fragile moments where night exhales into light. Each painting traces a breath of transition, where reflection, shadow, and illumination coexist in quiet harmony. Through soft layers of color and mist, the landscapes become less about place and more about presence — an evocation of memory, sound, and stillness. Together, these works form a visual poem of renewal: the tender inhale of morning, the listening pause of shadow, and the radiant pulse of dawn’s first glow.
Acrylic on canvas,
Breath of Morning The first quiet inhale of day — light drifting softly through the remnants of night. The landscape stirs with color and calm, as if the world itself is remembering how to wake.
Part of the ‘Echoes of Dawn’ series, the world is caught between silence and awakening — a meditation on the fragile moments where night exhales into light. Each painting traces a breath of transition, where reflection, shadow, and illumination coexist in quiet harmony. Through soft layers of color and mist, the landscapes become less about place and more about presence — an evocation of memory, sound, and stillness. Together, these works form a visual poem of renewal: the tender inhale of morning, the listening pause of shadow, and the radiant pulse of dawn’s first glow.
