Painting by Lana Korolievskaia

In this landscape, the sun no longer reigns above the earth — it dissolves within it. Light turns into sound, warmth, and breath — into a quiet presence that remains after the day is gone. Here begins the first whisper of autumn — not yet cold, but a subtle shift in the air, a lucid transparency that hints at change. The painting captures not a moment but a resonance — the way nature responds to the departing sun. The palette moves through gentle transitions of golds and purples, carrying the breath of evening. Everything seems to sound — the grass, the hills, the silence — as if the earth itself answers the light with its final chord.