Sea Blues (4)

In this painting, a wave bursts into a thousand luminous flashes, like a sudden revelation. Colors surge—gold, copper, pink, turquoise—like secret confessions offered to the sky. Water becomes a prism, a broken mirror reflecting the complexity of the human soul. One perceives both the strength of momentum and the fragility of breath, the clarity of light and the shadow of doubt. Each stroke seems to write an invisible sentence, each splash becomes a word of silence. Does this wave of the soul not attempt to speak what words sometimes cannot express?