Tobit, asleep under a vine, is blinded
A single man reclines in the heavy shade of a vine. He is Tobit, lost to a deep, unsuspecting sleep. The air around him feels thick, weighted by the muted tones of ochre and forest green. Sunlight does not flood this scene; instead, it pierces through the foliage in sharp, controlled beams, illuminating the textures of his slumped posture and the coarse fabric of his clothing. He rests amidst a…

















