Acrylic on canvas, 76 × 102 cm.
The title points to that sense of movement held in something still. It's less a landscape than a mood with a horizon. The texture is deliberate, meant to feel lived in rather than polished. That red line is the one moment of urgency in an otherwise quiet piece, a small fire held between two kinds of wave. A quiet horizon split in two. The upper field is layered and weathered rather than painted, like something moving beneath the surface.
Acrylic on canvas, 76 × 102 cm.
The title points to that sense of movement held in something still. It's less a landscape than a mood with a horizon. The texture is deliberate, meant to feel lived in rather than polished. That red line is the one moment of urgency in an otherwise quiet piece, a small fire held between two kinds of wave. A quiet horizon split in two. The upper field is layered and weathered rather than painted, like something moving beneath the surface.
