Horizon Within

There are places where sound never arrives.
Where air holds still — not from emptiness, but from knowing.

This is not a landscape. It is a threshold.
Mountains rise from silence.
Trees grow from stone.
And clouds drift like memory — dissolving, forming again.

Each tree stands alone, yet none are separate.
They float — not in sky or water, but in light.
A realm where the visible meets the invisible.

This painting invites you to widen your horizon — inward.
To feel the space between what is seen and what is sensed.
You are not observing the landscape —
you are remembering it.