Bougainvillea Whispers

I paint the sound of light when it touches color.
Bougainvillea drifts across white walls like a soft voice in the sun -warm, fleeting, and full of silence.

These works are small meditations on brightness and stillness, on the quiet beauty that lingers in summer air.
Through wet-on-wet watercolor, the color breathes and expands; through dry brush, I hold its shadow.
Each painting is a whisper of light — a memory suspended between bloom and air.