Is this painting a memory? Or a dream from which you wake up with salt still on your lips and the warmth of the sun on your skin?

⁠The composition moves like a warm breeze, mixing the "fiery" brushstrokes with warm, contemplative tones. Yellow like laughter echoing from the rocks, red like a sun setting too quickly. Blue like water that swallows you whole just to embrace you and refresh you for a moment. A surreal eye looks from the center, framing a fish. Not swimming, but floating, like a thought you can't stop. An unexpected detail, which feels both calm and strange, like a dream that slips away with no way to bring you back. Swirls of golden yellow and burnt orange convey heat or sun. While fluid, melting shapes flow like thoughts that enter and exit consciousness.
It’s as if the sea melts into a memory. The sun’s rays bend yellow and gold, like the glow through the closed eyelids of a hot afternoon.

⁠Nothing here is clear, but everything feels familiar. It’s a summer that was never yours, and yet you’ve been there. Maybe you still are!