This work stages a quiet drama between oceanic order and the aftershock of disturbance: starfish forms drift across a pale, granular field as if pressed into memory rather than sand. A smoky band of tangled line and dense gray impasto cuts through the upper register like a tide of debris, while punctuations of cobalt and ember-red beadwork flare as fragile signs of life persisting inside abrasion. The composition’s shallow relief—scraped, scored, and crusted—turns the surface into a shoreline of sensations, where beauty and damage share the same tactile language. In this suspended seascape, the stars become both creatures and constellations, suggesting navigation through a world that is simultaneously luminous and unsettled.