The valley opens gradually, ridge after ridge falling away into softer, bluer distances. Light settles unevenly across the slopes, catching on treetops and leaving hollows in shadow. The land feels expansive without being dramatic — a quiet accumulation of space rather than a single view.
In the foreground, the track bends and disappears, drawing the eye downward and into the country. Small figures move along it, almost incidental, their presence registering only because of the scale around them. They do not interrupt the landscape; they are absorbed by it.
This is a place defined by distance and patience — where the land unfolds slowly and rewards attention rather than urgency.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 76 × 51
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
The valley opens gradually, ridge after ridge falling away into softer, bluer distances. Light settles unevenly across the slopes, catching on treetops and leaving hollows in shadow. The land feels expansive without being dramatic — a quiet accumulation of space rather than a single view.
In the foreground, the track bends and disappears, drawing the eye downward and into the country. Small figures move along it, almost incidental, their presence registering only because of the scale around them. They do not interrupt the landscape; they are absorbed by it.
This is a place defined by distance and patience — where the land unfolds slowly and rewards attention rather than urgency.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 76 × 51
Edge: No
Stretcher: Fat
