This coastline isn't marked on maps.Only the waves and rocks, weathered by hundreds of storms, know it. Once, people waited here not ships, but people. More came every day, changing co lor: from deep emerald to leaden gray, as if sifting through memories.
The rocks to the right are like guardians of a secret. They saw some leave forever, while others returned changed. The wave in the foreground is a moment of choice: in just a few seconds, it will break, turning to foam, but now all the strength, all the "before," is in it.
The sky is heavy, but not hopeless-there's a glimmer of light in it, like a promise. This painting is about that moment in life when the storm within is stronger than the storm without, but it is the storm that cleanses the shore.
No longer an enemy here. It is a witness.It remembers the names of those who dared to approach the edge and hear themselves.
Oil on canvas
Size 60 x 40 cm