At the edge of the lake, weather and landscape seem to lean toward each other in quiet conversation. Layers of acrylic drift between depth and surface, capturing both the stillness of water and the shifting moods of sky. Light breaks through in flashes of yellow, while darker passages move like clouds across the surface — a reminder of how fleeting moments of change can be.

This painting is less about a fixed scene than the atmosphere of listening: to the wind, to water, to the subtle exchanges between elements. Whispers at Water’s Edge invites a pause, as if to overhear the dialogue between land and sky, shadow and light — a dialogue that is never the same twice.