Valley of the Setting Sun (Sunset Series)



Valley of the Setting Sun was painted in a quiet moment of reflection, when the day begins to withdraw and light lingers just long enough to be felt. The enclosing dark forms suggest a valley, both physical and emotional, while the glowing horizon and its reflection speak of continuity, memory, and hope.

Sunset has always been a sacred hour for me: a time of pause, gratitude, and gentle reckoning. In this work, the valley becomes a place of stillness where light does not disappear abruptly but settles slowly, inviting contemplation. It is neither the end of the day nor the arrival of night, but the space in between where life breathes softly and meaning reveals itself.

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