the orbes

Four golden orbs descend in a perfect vertical column through layered mountain ranges, each one smaller and closer to the earth — as if the sun itself is making a slow, deliberate journey down through the world. The mountains are built up in textured relief, growing paler and softer as they near the foreground, while the gold circles spiral inward with an almost meditative energy. It is a painting about cycles, about the rhythm of rising and setting that continues regardless of what happens beneath it — ancient, geometric, and quietly hypnotic.