Sand rain

A cloudless rain falls here, vertical and silent—a rain of ochre, copper, burning stone, and mother-of-pearl. The drops stretch out into living columns, as if the desert itself had found a language, between light and dust.

In this 80 x 80 cm canvas, each point is a breath, a fragment of warmth, a step on an ancient land. The eye gets lost in it like sand slipping through the fingers, hypnotized by the rhythms, the nuances, the golden silences.

Presented in a rich iridescent gold American case , Rain of Sand becomes a solar offering—a memory of the wind, a motionless dance, a suspended secret.