She doesn’t speak of what happened by the shore — only the sea remembers. This painting is a trace of that memory: the hush of waves kissing skin, the warmth of breath tangled in wind, and the way fingertips left invisible marks along a sunlit spine. It’s a dream half-submerged, where desire mingled with salt and sand, and something ancient awakened beneath the surface.
Acrylics on 0.5” thick stretched canvas 18x24 inches
