The work breathes through the paper itself. Made with handmade Eastern paper — fibrous, porous, alive — the surfacebecomes a field of respiration, allowing ink and mineral to move, absorb, and evolve like living matter. Here, the artist transforms paper into an organism — a skin of the Earth, a vessel of time. Each mark, stain, and rupture becomes part of a slow geological rhythm, revealing how nature paints itself through human hands. This is not a representation of landscape, but a living terrain — where ink remembers its origin, and the Earth finds its voice again.

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