Echoes of the deep (Canvas Print)

Beneath this stillness, boats once moved across water. A river, painted years ago, now rests under layer upon layer of blue. The pale forms drifting across the surface carry that origin without naming it: weightless, suspended, somewhere between vessel and memory. The dark network below is not shadow but depth: the hidden structure of everything that came before. What was once a journey across water has become water itself. The boats have dissolved into the current, their outlines absorbed, their destination forgotten. What remains is not loss. It is the quiet transformation of one world into another, both present, neither gone.