The Island of Light Remembered

In this series, I paint Delos not as an archaeological site,
but as a breathing memory —a place where marble, sky, and new life meet in silence.
Spring brings a tender renewal to the ancient stones: wildflowers bloom where gods once walked, and the air is filled with both time and light.
These works are meditations on presence and transience — the warmth of sunlight across forgotten forms, the echo of eternity within the fragile.