It is winter in New York, cold and grey, but the air is clean, full of life. The Mist studies time progression pigments flow hand in hand with time. It catches a glance of time seeing from the beach. In exploring and growing the memory recalls a life lesson that teaches us to appreciate life, and we respect it simply because of its intricacies and riddles—enough to treasure our beloved and the people who surround us. When we think of the Mist, evoke nostalgia and wonder, prompting the audience to reflect on their own memories and connections.
Its beauty is in us we take it or leave for nature does not measure our moods it has been there for centuries. Caressing and sheltering us with its unconditional love. Hardships moments in time are learned through self-overcome. the cold view does not measure it blast you and shake you until we learned to live with. Which translates that pain and struggle come with growth and strength consciousness.
As winter’s sunset slips by, it appears almost secretive, with gusty winds stirring the air and obscuring the view, sparking our imagination. The water reflects decaying poles, evoking memories of a bygone boardwalk, where piles stand like vigilant souls against the tide, whispering that remnants of the past still linger, quietly watching over us.
Perhaps time remains, along with vague opacities like the Mist, but our will is still strong. Nature teaches us resilience, urging us to stay awake and purposeful. The Verrazano Bridge stands in the Mist as a giant director, beholding wooden poles with numbers reflecting what is next in our minds, symbolizing endurance and hope for the future.
The Mist 6″x12″ Watercolor on paper