Happiness

In the spirals of creation, we meet again— two faces carved from the same breath of light. Your soul is the river, mine the shore, forever touching, never apart. Through shadow and bloom, we dissolve into each other, an endless hymn written on the skin of eternity.

When I visit villages along riverbanks or sea shores, I observe the concentration of a fisherman in his daily routine with fishing, fish, and boat. They work hard, yet find joy in it. An essence I wanted to capture with earth colors on paper.