Acrylic, gold leaf, and texture paste on canvas. 30x40" Once, in a land between desert and sky, there stood a golden wall that stretched endlessly. No one knew who built it, but each brick shimmered as if it remembered the sunrises of a thousand years. Travelers said the wall could hear your footsteps and echo back your dreams, storing them in its scales like secret treasures. Beneath it, spirals carved in stone marked the beginning of forgotten paths—roads to places no longer on maps, journeys waiting to be rediscovered. The wall was not meant to keep people out but to remind them: every barrier holds a story, and every story is a doorway if you listen closely enough.