The Amorphic Season II

The air feels both heavy and transparent, as though summer were exhaling for the last time. Through the amorphous glass, trees shimmer, the lake blurs, and color becomes sensation. The photograph vibrates between abstraction and recognition, echoing how memory works—accurate in feeling, not in detail. This is contemplative fine art at its core: a meditation on perception itself. “What we see depends mainly on what we look for,” wrote John Lubbock. Here, we look through time.