not the polite green of design,
but the kind that leaks into your eyes,
sits under your skin,
refuses to calm down —
and somehow still feels like peace.

this series started with italy,
with that aggressive, almost unreal brightness of fields and trees,
where the air feels fermented —
like wine, heat, and something slightly unreal.
like everything is too alive to be trusted.

these works are not landscapes.
they are afterimages.
what stays when you close your eyes
and the world is still glowing.

these works are built like quiet collisions —
states that don’t belong together,
but somehow do.

the colors don’t argue.
they stay low, restrained,
like they already understand something
you don’t.

minimal forms,
almost empty spaces,
but inside — movement.

in one piece, there are human silhouettes.
not as bodies, but as containers.
inside them — landscapes, weather, fragments of nature
that don’t match, don’t align,
but feel true.

connected worlds is about that overlap —
the external and the internal,
the visible and the carried.

salt air, distant shores,
places that feel imagined
until they aren’t.

water here is movement.
seas, heat,
bright flashes of elsewhere.