



Broad, confident planes of turquoise and sea‑blue are set against a surge of viridian, as if a headland or mountain mass is being remembered rather than recorded. The brushwork—scraped, layered, and occasionally bruised by darker strokes—creates a tactile sense of weather and movement, letting the landscape breathe like a shifting mood. In this compression of horizon and form, the painting becomes a meditation on thresholds: where land dissolves into water, certainty into atmosphere, and the viewer is left to inhabit the quiet tension between calm and undertow.







