I saw an image of mountains carved by human hands.What amazed me was the thought that, somewhere in history, someone had the vision, patience, and genius to shape something so monumental with such care. Mountains have long been places of worship, solitude, and reflection, giving them a deeply spiritual presence. The artist who shaped that mountain was practicing a form of devotion through creation—an act of discipline, meditation, and faith. This idea fascinated me, and I tried to capture that feeling in this painting. Pen and marker on paper