

This work distills a shoreline into horizontal strata of atmosphere—ashen greys and veiled whites pressing down like weather, while a cool blue band opens a quiet breath of distance. Against this broad, meditative field, the small red masts puncture the haze with insistence, turning minimal gestures into anchors of human presence and orientation. The lower plane, mottled with scattered, confetti-like marks, reads as tide-wet sand or memory itself—fragmented, luminous, and transient—suggesting a coast not merely observed but contemplated as a threshold between stability and drift.







