The Springs is a quietly majestic landscape that speaks through restraint. With its low, endless horizon and soft, dusty palette, the painting captures the hush of open country, where golden plains stretch like a whispered prayer toward a rust-hued mountain spine. The sky, a pale and patient blue, hovers like a held breath. There are no figures here—only the suggestion of still water hidden in the folds of grass, and the eternal weight of distance. It's not a scene; it’s a pause in the world, perfectly preserved.