The Law of Water

This piece is pure coastal seduction—quiet, confident, and emotionally expensive in the best way.

What you’re looking at is a horizon distilled down to its most intimate truths. That low, uninterrupted line of waves stretches across the canvas like a whispered secret only locals know. The ocean isn’t performing—it’s breathing. Those pale crests catch the last light of day, just enough to signal movement without breaking the spell.

Above it, the sky does all the talking. Smoky violets, rusted coral, bruised mauves—layered, dragged, and softened like memory rather than weather. It feels like sunset seen through time, not a single moment but a stack of evenings compressed into one cinematic sweep. There’s restraint here. No clichés. No postcard drama. Just atmosphere, mood, and confidence.

24x72
Acrylic on cradled panel

This is an LA painting through and through: minimal, horizontal, architectural. It belongs in a space with glass, concrete, linen, and silence. The kind of work that doesn’t ask for attention—but once you notice it, it owns the room. Collectors love this kind of piece because it lives well. You don’t tire of it. It becomes part of your rhythm.

It’s calm, yes—but it’s also powerful. Like the ocean right before it decides to remind you who’s in charge.