In Whispers of Time, light becomes memory — a trace of moments suspended between what was and what endures. These works explore the tenderness of impermanence: petals fading, reflections softening, color dissolving into silence. Through the language of Solar Realism, each surface holds the echo of presence itself — a whisper of the eternal moving through the transient. Here, time is not measured but felt, a shimmer between stillness and becoming.