Veins of the Ancients

In Veins of the Ancients, a towering monolith drips from the sky like an inverted root, as though the mountain itself bleeds memory. Waterfalls spill from fractured heights into a basin of reflection below, where silence reigns and every branch clings to the slope like a survivor of forgotten time. The brushwork—ink-like and fluid—blurs the line between geology and spirit.