Petrichor

Acrylic on canvas, 150 cm × 100 cm

A golden field stretches wide under a sky heavy with promise. The air is still, yet charged, as if the first drops of rain are about to fall. The rows carved in the earth guide the eye forward, while the tall cypress trees stand as silent guardians of the moment.

This is the pause before the storm, when colour and scent seem more alive, and the land itself breathes in anticipation. Petrichor is not just the landscape of a field, but the memory of that suspended instant — when time slows, and the world holds its breath.