QUANDO IL MARE TACE

This is the first breath of a new canvas.

It’s always like this: the beginning feels wrong, timid, almost foreign.

The colors resist, push back, deny each other.

And I’m there, in between, searching for meaning.

But oil paint has its own voice.

It doesn’t shout — it whispers.

And it needs time.

Time to speak, to take shape, to become light.

I don’t know yet where this sea will lead me.

But today, it stirred.

And that’s enough.

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This painting was inspired by a photo taken by an artist I discovered here: nostr:nprofile1qqsfr5k8kmgq2ufhlzqemn3mfemretsrkv2v2gpfcfzmhj7mkk0y35cpzemhxue69uhhyetvv9ujumn0wd68ytnzv9hxgqgkwaehxw309aex2mrp0yh8qunfd4skctnwv46qzyrhwden5te0xy6rqtnxxaazu6t09djv59

Few words passed between us — but something stayed.

A glimmer.

The silence did the rest

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