145cm x 45cm thick impasto oil and beeswax on canvas. Applied with a palette knife. Unframed ~ ready to hang
Walking on the beach beside the crashing surf stirs something deep and wordless. The sound alone—those rolling, thunderous waves—feels like a heartbeat bigger than your own. Each one slams into the shore like it’s trying to shake the world awake, and somehow, it does the same to you.
There’s a strange comfort in being so close to something so powerful. The ocean doesn’t care who you are or what’s on your mind.
There’s peace in that. A kind of awe. A remembering of something ancient and true: that we are all part of something vast, beautiful, and untamed.
145cm x 45cm thick impasto oil and beeswax on canvas. Applied with a palette knife. Unframed ~ ready to hang
Walking on the beach beside the crashing surf stirs something deep and wordless. The sound alone—those rolling, thunderous waves—feels like a heartbeat bigger than your own. Each one slams into the shore like it’s trying to shake the world awake, and somehow, it does the same to you.
There’s a strange comfort in being so close to something so powerful. The ocean doesn’t care who you are or what’s on your mind.
There’s peace in that. A kind of awe. A remembering of something ancient and true: that we are all part of something vast, beautiful, and untamed.
