Four Seasons in London | 25” x 35” | Oil on canvas /

“Four Seasons in London” was born during my university years — part of an unfinished project, and the only abstract oil painting I have ever created. Perhaps it remained unfinished because it refused to follow structure. Unlike my other works, it carries fewer layers, less weight, less insistence on texture. It breathes more freely. It allows space.

This painting holds the city not as architecture, but as atmosphere. The vibrancy of London moves through it — spring’s tender greens, summer’s saturated light, autumn’s golden warmth, winter’s pale reflections. There is no fixed horizon, no defined street, and yet you might glimpse them: vertical, it suggests illuminated streets and rising facades; horizontal, it becomes a river surface, reflecting sky, bridges, distant silhouettes dissolving into mist.

It is abstract — and therefore open. What you see is what you bring to it. Blocks of colour meet and blur, light fractures and reforms, movement pauses and continues. It captures not a map of London, but its rhythm: the glow of city lights after rain, the softness of morning fog along the Thames, the quiet collision of seasons in a single day.

For a long time, I could not imagine parting with it. It has lived quietly in my own space, witnessing change, grounding me. But as I slowly return to my art practice, I feel it is time to let it travel — to find a new wall, a new conversation, a new pair of eyes willing to see their own London within it.