The work consists of layers of shifting mountains and water that form the overall picture. The mountains do not specifically point to any particular landscape, and the water is not an actual river, but rather unfolds the traces of time's flow in a blend of pale blue and ochre. The mountain ridges emerge with simple outlines, like images continuously reconfigured in memory; the houses and tree shadows are only minimally suggested, appearing as fragments of life, half-hidden and elusive.
The overall atmosphere feels dreamlike. The trees in the foreground are no longer described in detail, but instead gather in clumps, with shades of gray and blue intertwined, floating vaguely in the space. The boundaries between the mountains and water are deliberately blurred, and the distances lose their clear indications, as if one were placed in a realm of illusion. This ethereal quality causes the image to no longer belong to geographic reality, but rather to resemble scenes from the depths of the soul—like time itself flowing, like an invisible river without a defined source or endpoint.