9x12” original oil on canvas panel
Painted en plein air at Point Pinos, California
This piece was painted on the edge of the continent, where the rocks at Point Pinos, Pacific Grove rise like quiet witnesses, and the light spills in without needing to be asked. The tide moved in slow rhythm that day, each wave brushing the shore like a breath returning home.
With palette knife texture and layered impasto, I captured the cool tones of the sea, the soft golden breaks in the sky, and the ancient presence of that wave-worn rock. It felt like a moment suspended, alive, listening, held.
For the collector who feels connected to the quiet force of nature, where nothing needs to speak, and everything is heard.
9x12” original oil on canvas panel
Painted en plein air at Point Pinos, California
This piece was painted on the edge of the continent, where the rocks at Point Pinos, Pacific Grove rise like quiet witnesses, and the light spills in without needing to be asked. The tide moved in slow rhythm that day, each wave brushing the shore like a breath returning home.
With palette knife texture and layered impasto, I captured the cool tones of the sea, the soft golden breaks in the sky, and the ancient presence of that wave-worn rock. It felt like a moment suspended, alive, listening, held.
For the collector who feels connected to the quiet force of nature, where nothing needs to speak, and everything is heard.
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