Water remembers the wind Oil

It's a story without words,
told by colors that brush against each other.
A breath passes—blue like the sea,
ochre like skin caressed by the sun.

Time has stopped, right there,
in a burst of silence,
and the horizon has begun to dream.

It seems as if the light hesitates,
still searching for its reflection
in this quiet disorder
where the world begins anew with every glance.

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Original Oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged and shipped in a cardboard box.