

This seascape hovers between memory and weather, where a pale moon pins the upper register of sky while the horizon line fractures into layered blues like sedimented time. The surface is worked and abraded—scraped passages, granular speckling, and submerged marks that read as both spray and scar—so the water becomes an archive rather than a view. Small rust-orange flecks puncture the cool field, suggesting human trace or distant signals, and turning the calm expanse into a quiet meditation on endurance, drift, and the thin boundary between clarity and dissolution.







