Vstrecha (The Encounter)

Layers of ochre, rust, and pale turquoise seem to breathe within a textured relief, where shapes waver between stone, flame, and living form. Out of the fractured surface, figures begin to reveal themselves — not fully human, yet unmistakably present, as if memories took on the weight of matter. The scene feels like a threshold: an unexpected meeting of worlds, where time condenses and silence acquires its own voice.