Painting description

Olive and ochre tones dominate the canvas, broken by turquoise lines and streaks of yellow. The horizontal composition, with a strip of green at the bottom, cracked by a grid of vertical lines and delicate scratches, creates something between a map and a landscape. The surface is rough, worn, with impasto, glazes, and water stains, as if the artist were scratching and building layers. There's a calmness, yet a restless, warm one, redolent of summer dust. It looks like a meadow in the sun, and I'd love to run there. And gosh, those dots, like train lights from under the rain. It has a glow. There's melancholy, there's relief. For me, it's a memory stretched into lines, a sketch of boundaries that are still blurring. A little crooked, but sincere.