When reality turns into a poem, and every stroke is a line of the soul, something more than a painting is born.

This work is like a quiet symphony of color and light, where a grasshopper carries a delicate figure on its back through the space of dreams and hopes.

Somewhere between the sky and the earth, between the city and silence, between presence and memory — a meeting with oneself occurs.

This is not just a canvas. This is a state.