Whisper traces a face dissolving into the sea tears threading the water as if grief could be carried by tide. Vulnerability and pain move together here, a silent cry meeting the surface and slipping beneath.
What remains is an after sound, a hush that lives inside the body while the waves unwrite it. The image breathes like surf: appearing, withdrawing, returning sorrow voiced without words.
Through mixed media in acrylic and oil the work lets pigment blur like memory. Line loosens, edges soften, and the self becomes water held for a moment, then lost to the dark green depth.