Afternoon in Foz
This coastal landscape, executed in watercolour and pen, captures a calm, grey scene on the beach at Foz, Galicia. It is a dull afternoon, one of those that seem to be on the verge of rain, with the sky covered by heavy clouds and the sea very low, exposing the wet sand, dotted with puddles and reflections.
The buildings of the promenade line the background, solid and silent, like motionless witnesses to the passage of time. The watercolour, with its desaturated tones and soft washes, gives shape to the overcast sky and the receding sea. The pen, with its firmer line, defines the contours of the buildings, the lines of the horizon, and some details barely suggested on the coast.
The scene breathes humidity, silence, and a discreet beauty. There is no drama in this dark afternoon, but rather a dense, almost introspective calm, as if the beach were waiting for something: the return of the tide, the light of a new day, or simply the passing of whoever looks at it with attention.
This drawing is a tribute to the Atlantic north, to its restrained light, to the serene melancholy of its coastal villages. A landscape that does not need the sun to move, because in the grey stillness also dwells beauty.
Man in a boat
In this watercolour painting, the world stops for a few moments just before sunset. A calm lake reflects the deep blue and golden tones of the sky, while in the background, the mountains rise in soft silhouettes, almost blurred by the light. In the centre of the scene, a solitary figure sails slowly in a boat: a man in a conical cap, a symbol of the rural regions of Asia, who seems to blend into the landscape.
The watercolour glides like water itself: the yellows fade into the blues with a delicacy that only paper can contain. The transparencies do not seek to dominate, but to suggest: the reflection of the sky in the lake, the mist enveloping the mountains, the serene gesture of the man rowing, everything is constructed with an economy of form, but a wealth of sensations.
This landscape does not tell a specific story, but evokes many: the connection between man and nature, the stillness that can only be found far from noise, the slow passage of time as the sun touches the horizon. It is an intimate, contemplative scene, where each brushstroke is a sigh and each colour a suspended emotion.
A portrait of silence. Of the light that does not shout, but transforms.