Description
An unsigned oil of heavy water breaking against a breakwater under a storm-dark sky, with one sharp band of light on the horizon. Thick, confident paint — you can see the knife marks in the waves. Fine craquelure across the sky, two small chips in the gilt frame. It hung in a stairwell for a long time; it deserves a wall where people actually stop.
One of one. When this lot is gone, it’s gone.
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