Time etched in movement. Ink becomes tide, becomes stone, becomes light slipping across facades. The skyline is not built — it unfolds, as if the paper itself remembers the glint of sun on water, the hush of palaces, a bell note hanging above the lagoon long after the sound has faded.
“,, Venice sketch,, - 2026”
“Venice Palaces”
“,, Santa Lucia sketch,, Venice - 2026”
“,, The quiet gate,, - 2014”
