Untitled 1 (Dawn at the Fishing Village)

This seascape holds its quiet drama in the tension between weight and weightlessness: dark, angular boats sit low against a field of milky light, as if the harbor itself were dissolving into morning haze. Long, calligraphic rigging lines pull the eye outward, turning the surface into a web of paths and distances, while the cool violets and blues of the far shore anchor the composition with a distant, contemplative certainty. The glittering flecks on the water read like suspended time—an intimate record of labor and waiting—suggesting a coastal life measured not by urgency, but by tide, weather, and memory.