Built from a memory of Vienna—not the map, but the atmosphere.
The hush of early morning light.
The silhouette of trees or rooftops just before day arrives.

Quiet beauty. The kind you miss if you're moving too fast.
Where shadow isn’t darkness, just part of the rhythm light moves through.

I wasn’t trying to paint the city itself—
just how it felt to stand still in it.
To watch something pass,
and know it left a trace.