Vestige

$2,250.00

18 × 24 × 1.5 Inches, Acrylic & Oil on linen - 2025

There is a shadow on the wall —
yours, or someone once like you.

The air hums with heat,
the day slipping into gold.
Peach, nectarine,
the slow melt of sun into plaster.

In the corner, a faint blue —
turquoise turned to prayer,
a whisper of pigment,
Mary’s patience worn thin in light.

A whisper of salinity, vestal,
hear the hush between waves.
The shadow stays even as the sun retreats,
a devotion that refuses to fade.

This is how memory survives:
not in what is seen,
but in what keeps glowing after.

Collector Notes:


Vestige captures the residue of radiance: the way light endures on a surface long after the source has shifted. Rendered in mixed media on linen, tones of peach, nectarine, and turquoise mingle like sun and sea on the Riviera, evoking the faded frescoes of devotion that time has both softened and sanctified. The texture recalls weathered stucco, the pigment carrying the warmth of a presence both past and present. This is nostalgia made visible, tangible, a portrait not of what remains, but of what refuses to disappear.

18 × 24 × 1.5 Inches, Acrylic & Oil on linen - 2025

There is a shadow on the wall —
yours, or someone once like you.

The air hums with heat,
the day slipping into gold.
Peach, nectarine,
the slow melt of sun into plaster.

In the corner, a faint blue —
turquoise turned to prayer,
a whisper of pigment,
Mary’s patience worn thin in light.

A whisper of salinity, vestal,
hear the hush between waves.
The shadow stays even as the sun retreats,
a devotion that refuses to fade.

This is how memory survives:
not in what is seen,
but in what keeps glowing after.

Collector Notes:


Vestige captures the residue of radiance: the way light endures on a surface long after the source has shifted. Rendered in mixed media on linen, tones of peach, nectarine, and turquoise mingle like sun and sea on the Riviera, evoking the faded frescoes of devotion that time has both softened and sanctified. The texture recalls weathered stucco, the pigment carrying the warmth of a presence both past and present. This is nostalgia made visible, tangible, a portrait not of what remains, but of what refuses to disappear.