Sleeping yachts in the blue void.

When the night holds its breath, the sea transforms into a dark, silky abyss that cradles the sleeping yachts. Their masts rise like silent prayers toward the sky, and their lights cut through the darkness like fragile threads of memory. This is the hour when time stands still, the world dissolves into blue, and the yachts dream of winds that will carry them beyond the horizon.

50x40

Oil on canvas