The sun hangs like a quiet punctuation mark, square in a sky of fading purple. It doesn’t sink—it hovers, as if reluctant to let go. Below, the water catches fire in its reflection, pulling purple, yellow, and pink streaks across the surface like a dream smeared with memory.

The scene is still, but never stillness. It pulses with a softness that doesn’t ask questions—just exists. No birds, no boats, no horizon line to divide the moment. Just the geometry of light and color folding in on itself, square and certain.

A sunset that doesn’t slip away, but holds.

Size: 16 x 20 Inches
Material: Acrylic on Canvas