CRACKED COASTLINE
Not all beauty is gentle. Some of it comes with teeth.
Cracked Coastline didn’t start as a collection.
It started as a breakdown.
Too many sleepless nights.
Too many things I didn’t say.
Too many quiet devastations dressed up as “fine.”
So I painted shorelines — but not the kind you’d hang in a holiday house.
These are the coastlines that split.
The ones that eroded under pressure.
The ones that didn’t survive the waves — just adapted around the damage.
Orange cracks where there used to be calm.
Saltwater that never healed, just lingered.
A cityscape holding its breath.
A tree alone in dusklight.
A sea that forgot how to be blue.
Every piece in this series is a scar.
A landscape standing in for emotion I couldn’t language yet.
The cracked earth, the rusted waves, the hollow rock formations —
they all mirror something inside me that never got patched up.
And maybe they mirror something inside you, too.
I didn’t paint for peace.
I painted for proof.
That I was still here.
That I could break open without disappearing.
That beauty can still come from something fractured.
Why “Cracked Coastline”?
Because it felt honest.
Because I know what it’s like to look calm from above and still be falling apart underneath.
Because sometimes you can only understand yourself
by turning your pain into topography.
This collection isn’t about the ocean.
It’s about the edge.
The place where things break, and keep existing anyway.
If something here speaks to you —
you’re not alone.
You’re just another body learning how to live with the cracks.
Let them show.
STATIC DUST
Art for the ones who stayed too long, loved too hard, felt too much.