“Tides” carries the rhythm of water onto paper—layered washes of blues and gray shifting like waves under changing light. The surface ripples and pools, echoing the sea’s restless motion, where no form holds still and no line is ever the same twice. In these paintings, the flow expands and dissolves, edges softening into atmosphere, much like memory itself fading into the horizon.

Water is a mirror of impermanence. Each tide moves forward, never to return, just as time passes without repetition. The quiet turbulence of the surface—streaked, broken, and luminous—reminds us of the transience of life. To stand before it is to feel the fleeting present: heavy with movement, yet light as a ripple.