Oil on canvas
50 × 40 cm
2026
Not every body withstood the waves. Arms grew weary, breathing became laboured, and what had seemed only a short distance became a world without shores. Some fought with their last ounce of strength. Then a face vanished beneath the water, and an arm reached out until the very last moment, still searching for a hand to hold. The sea did not care. The tireless waves rolled on. Only the body ceased to struggle. On the shore, they will count those who arrived, and perhaps those who disappeared. But numbers have short memories. In a mother’s heart, torn apart by grief, there is no room for forgetting. And the survivors will carry with them faces that will never leave them. There, somewhere between two shores, a body drowned, a dream sank.