This painting is not just a canvas, but an experience. Ochre, the color of the earth and the sun, is covered in irregular strokes, like a sign of time left on the walls of ancient cities. In the center is a void burned by fire, and the edges are charred, like the pages of a burnt manuscript. The word “peace” stubbornly stays at the very edge of ash and color, like grass making its way through the ashes. This picture is not just visible — it is felt. It smells of smoke, the bitterness of ash and the lively aroma of the earth after a thunderstorm. Everyone will see their own here. For some, it's a loss, for others it's the smell of childhood, while others will feel anxious.