Temple of Apollo

In this series, I paint the ancient light that still lingers on Apollo’s sacred steps — those quiet, golden paths that rise through stone, myth, and memory.

I imagine the sun as the god’s own presence, pouring down in shimmering layers, touching marble, dust, and broken columns with a promise of eternity. The steps become more than architecture; they are a passage upward, a soft ascent toward something luminous and unseen.

I let gold dissolve into white air, shadows blur into time, and the ancient world breathe again.
These works are my way of listening — to the echo of the lyre, to the warmth of divinity, to the light that still climbs those steps every morning.