Glimmers of gold break across a body stitched with stormy greys, sea greens, and deep indigo. The thread doesn't just sit on the surface; it slips between layers like light caught in tidepools. The whole piece feels tidal, pulled in several directions at once. You can see the moment where the sky hits the water and everything twists slightly, like seaweed moving just beneath the surface. It holds the drama of a sky at its most intense, but there is structure here too. A grounded weight, like stone beneath the shimmer. This piece is not just about sunset. It is about what remains when the light folds into the land and leaves its mark.