The Hand That Stirs the Sea carries both fluid grace and quiet unease. Swells of green and blue fold into one another like tidal breath, but above them hangs the faint shadow of a hand — a presence reaching down, unsettling the current. It is part gesture, part omen, as if the waters are not moving of their own accord but are guided, nudged, disturbed. The work lingers between serenity and mystery, inviting the viewer to question what unseen forces stir beneath the surface.