Church with Cypress Trees

Two dark cypresses rise at either edge of the canvas, framing the church between them like slow, upward-reaching flames.

There’s such a current of energy here, but it's a quiet one. The whole scene seems to climb upward. The deep greens of the trees breathe against the warm earth of the rooftops and walls, and the sky is a swirl of deep blues carrying flecks of light. The paint itself is so thick—you can see how the curving strokes give the trees that restless motion, while shorter marks build the church into something solid. The light is soft, with no hard shadows. A reverent quiet settles over the village, holding the hour.