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🍂 Autumn is a suspended time: falling leaves, roads turning into memories, silences scented with rain and burning wood. I tried to capture these fleeting moments on canvas, so they wouldn’t vanish completely. These paintings speak of returns, of slow footsteps, of luminous nostalgia. These autumn paintings are available: whoever chooses them will bring home not just colors, but the very breath of a season that knows how to become poetry. 🍂