A lone archer draws his bow, poised between myth and reality. The tension in his stance speaks of unseen targets, of battles beyond the frame. Shadows cling to his form like whispers of forgotten legends.
A tranquil lakeside scene bathed in twilight, where reflections and reality blur into quiet harmony.
A young woman cradles an armful of blossoms in this dreamlike ode to spring, where light and texture blur into something tenderly symbolic.