
painted the moment when light from the forest poured onto rain-soaked asphalt. / On a blurred road with only a single yellow line left clear, / with no distinct destination, I felt the forest was looking at me, not the other way around. / The bleeding of watercolor and the white scratches are like imperfect memory — / not sharp, but undeniably present. / This is not a landscape I passed by, / but a landscape that stayed within me. / A record of water, light, and the road that never stops. / Painted from the mind of someone lingering at the boundary.
Watercolor on Paper, 20 x 15 in. Imported from the artist's own Saatchi Art listing.
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