Ricardo Romero Cortez Duque

The Morning After the Storm Forgot Its Name / 36 x 36 / acrylic + canvas / framed

This is the hour that arrives quietly, when the world hasn’t fully decided what it will be yet. The sky is washed thin, layered with soft remnants of color—peach, blue, and pale green—like memories that survived the night but lost their sharp edges. Whatever storm once lived here has already moved on, leaving no apology behind.

The horizon rests low and steady, a calm line where breath returns to the body. Below it, the land reappears in muted greens, tentative but alive, as if checking to see whether it is safe to begin again. Nothing insists. Nothing demands attention. The light spreads gently, not conquering the dark so much as forgiving it.

The Morning After the Storm Forgot Its Name tells a story of recovery without drama. It is about the moment when clarity doesn’t arrive as an answer, but as permission—to stand still, to notice, to let the day come to you instead of chasing it.