The Sea Practiced Saying Goodbye / acrylic on canvas / 36x36x2

This story takes place at the edge of a moment that doesn’t want to end. The ocean rolls in low, steady breaths, its surface stitched with light and shadow, as if rehearsing something it has said a thousand times before. The horizon is soft, almost dissolving, unsure where the sky ends, and the water begins.

Above, the clouds drift in pale layers, carrying the weight of unspoken things. The light is gentle but distant, the kind that appears when the day is deciding whether to stay or leave. Nothing crashes. Nothing insists. The sea moves with restraint, honoring what is passing rather than resisting it.

The Sea Practiced Saying Goodbye tells a story about learning how to let go without drama. It’s about understanding that endings don’t always arrive as storms—sometimes they come quietly, repeating themselves until you’re finally ready to listen.

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