A swipe through paint. A stroke across the canvas. A twirl of the brush in the water. Repeat. Before me sat a canvas, still wet with the vibrant blue ocean I had just created on it. As I waited for my work to dry, I slowly spun the handle of my paintbrush through my paint, mixing together the pale gold hue that would soon be sand. The beach scenery had been a project of mine for a week by that point, a scene from my memory that I was determined to preserve for others to see. A landscape of deep waters and pale sand illuminated by moonlight, bright stars twinkling high above. All that was on my canvas was the black of night and the blues of water, but I was determined to bring every detail to life. My skin was also speckled with blues, the dried
