Light of the Forgotten Path

Cloaked in time-worn fabric. He walks as if from the margins of an illuminated manuscript. Carrying a lantern whose light holds more than flame — it holds memory. Within its glass, a faint figure stands, like a soul preserved for centuries. Around him, vines, cherubs, and heraldic emblems weave a frame, sealing him in a story half-remembered. This was the first time I painted fabric not just as form, but as history itself, each fold a passage, each shadow a verse along the forgotten path he walks.