This piece, for me, is about silence — not the kind that weighs heavy, but the kind that holds shape. I worked on it slowly, returning again and again to the gesture — the hand that seems to simply rest, yet somehow speaks.
The figure of the woman isn’t really a portrait. It’s more of a state — internal, elusive. Her presence is there, but not fully revealed. I wasn’t aiming for clarity, but rather for atmosphere.
The background came almost by accident. I started with something more neutral, but eventually was drawn to this faded pink — like the peeling walls of old seaside houses. It reminds me of how sun and salt wear things down over time. These cracks and marks became part of the work — like maps, or memory showing through the surface. I wanted the background to feel alive, like a sea sky, never truly still.
oil paint
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This piece, for me, is about silence — not the kind that weighs heavy, but the kind that holds shape. I worked on it slowly, returning again and again to the gesture — the hand that seems to simply rest, yet somehow speaks.
The figure of the woman isn’t really a portrait. It’s more of a state — internal, elusive. Her presence is there, but not fully revealed. I wasn’t aiming for clarity, but rather for atmosphere.
The background came almost by accident. I started with something more neutral, but eventually was drawn to this faded pink — like the peeling walls of old seaside houses. It reminds me of how sun and salt wear things down over time. These cracks and marks became part of the work — like maps, or memory showing through the surface. I wanted the background to feel alive, like a sea sky, never truly still.
oil paint
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