The Falling Sun, Victoria Falls

The sky opens in a rush of colour, spilling fire and violet dusk across the world. Light gathers at the horizon and tumbles downward, as if the sun itself has chosen to fall into the water below. In this moment, everything is motion—sky in collapse, water in ascent, colour in conversation with itself. The painting holds the breath between day and night, where endings feel like beginnings wearing a brighter coat.