Watercolour on paper, 2026.

There is a moment at dusk when the light stops being believable. The mountains go violet, the sky bleeds pink, and the scrubland catches fire in rust and amber — and yet there it is, happening, whether you're watching or not.

This is a painting about that moment of excess: when nature's palette tips past tasteful into something almost gaudy, and you find yourself grateful for the immodesty of it. The mountains hold their ground. The sky does what it wants.

Watercolour, with its refusal to be fully controlled, is the only honest medium for a light like this.

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