Waterlilies 11

A field of lilies drifts across a densely layered blue, where scraped and glazed passages of pigment make the water feel both porous and infinitely deep. The clustered pads create a slow, lateral rhythm that steadies the eye, while the pale blossoms punctuate the surface like brief awakenings—small declarations of presence against the cool weight of surrounding tones. Between reflection and abstraction, the scene becomes less a pond than a meditation on permeability: how light can enter darkness, and how stillness can hold quiet movement.