Warm Current
It feels like a dream of the shoreline, a memory etched into the fabric of time where the sea and sand embrace in an eternal dance. The swirling blues evoke the restlessness , dancing in with stories of distant horizons, while the warm earth tones whisper of sun-kissed dunes shaped by the breath of the wind.
It is the meeting place of contrasts - movement and stillness, depth and lightness, chaos and peace. One can almost hear the waves sigh as they retreat. There is a softness here, an invitation to lose oneself in the endless expanse of water and earth, where boundaries blur, and time slows.
Acrylic paints, texture paste, sand and hard molding paste
120×80
It feels like a dream of the shoreline, a memory etched into the fabric of time where the sea and sand embrace in an eternal dance. The swirling blues evoke the restlessness , dancing in with stories of distant horizons, while the warm earth tones whisper of sun-kissed dunes shaped by the breath of the wind.
It is the meeting place of contrasts - movement and stillness, depth and lightness, chaos and peace. One can almost hear the waves sigh as they retreat. There is a softness here, an invitation to lose oneself in the endless expanse of water and earth, where boundaries blur, and time slows.
Acrylic paints, texture paste, sand and hard molding paste
120×80
It feels like a dream of the shoreline, a memory etched into the fabric of time where the sea and sand embrace in an eternal dance. The swirling blues evoke the restlessness , dancing in with stories of distant horizons, while the warm earth tones whisper of sun-kissed dunes shaped by the breath of the wind.
It is the meeting place of contrasts - movement and stillness, depth and lightness, chaos and peace. One can almost hear the waves sigh as they retreat. There is a softness here, an invitation to lose oneself in the endless expanse of water and earth, where boundaries blur, and time slows.
Acrylic paints, texture paste, sand and hard molding paste
120×80