This is a feeling that slowly settled in me after a sketching trip. It was near dusk, the sky was warming, and the distant mountain shadows and water surfaces became soft and serene in the afterglow. At that moment, I felt I wasn't just looking at scenery, but completely enveloped in light and color, experiencing an indescribable peace and emotion. Back in my studio, I didn't deliberately depict specific objects, but let the colors from my memory flow naturally. The blues and greens in the painting are like the meeting of forest and water vapor; the bright, light areas in the middle are like the water reflecting the last rays of the sky; and the orange and dark brushstrokes are like the lingering warmth of the setting sun on the earth. Those seemingly free-flowing lines are actually extensions of my emotions at that moment.
