Paint the whole horizon

Flat colour carries the story

Enamel fields stay opaque and bright, so every terrace reads from the back row.

Every edge earns a dark line

A near-black keyline keeps dancers, crops, and sky legible in the same plane.

The frame is part of the scene

A painted band runs to the edge; no white mat interrupts the hide support.

Small lives make the scale

Rows of figures, wool, and harvest marks turn one panel into a communal record.