At Rishikhola

Painting from a photograph I took during our Silk Route journey. 

The place was quiet, almost whispering—a thin river slipping past stones, hills layered softly in the background, and that slow mountain light changing every few minutes. While painting, I focused less on details and more on the mood—that peaceful hillside afternoon, the stillness in the air, and the feeling of being tucked away from everything.