Year: 2026
Dimensions: 81 x 101 cm
Technique: Oil on canvas
The scent does not enter through the nose. It enters through the eyes—a warmth that rises from the canvas, filling the space between the viewer and the image. It is the smell of earth after rain, of bread in a distant kitchen, of skin that has been touched by the sun.
The colors are not colors; they are temperatures. Gold, amber, ochre, the soft pink of flesh that has been remembered. The figures are not figures; they are the shapes that warmth takes when it lingers.
This is a painting about what cannot be seen but is felt. About the memory of smell, the trace of a presence that has just left the room. About the warmth that remains after the source has gone.