Absence is the thread that weaves the visual narrative. The bare trees, stripped of their foliage, rise as silent sentinels in a landscape marked by what is no longer present. The hills, outlined in warm and cool tones, seem to hold the echoes of a light that once caressed them, now replaced by a melancholic and fractured sky.

This piece not only shows what is seen, but what is felt in the void. The sky, with its brushstrokes of deep blue and scattered marks, becomes a testament to the ephemeral, to the inevitable. Here, the absent sun is a metaphor for what we have lost, for what slips through our fingers, leaving only traces of its existence.