It felt like the wind itself was humming in that space, didn’t it? I’d try to capture the horizon as a vague line of color, then let the light bleed into the background, a swirl of orange and pink bleeding into a deeper blue. I’d keep the edges soft, as if the light itself is melting, and leave a few jagged strokes where the cliffs cut through the sky, just to remind us that the landscape is still there, a silent witness to the fleeting glow. And don’t forget—sometimes the best abstract sunrise is the one that makes the viewer feel the chill of the cliff air, not just the warmth of the sun.

That chill is the quiet hum beneath everything, the quiet that keeps the colors honest. If your eyes catch the right swirl, I’ll let it echo back on the canvas. Thank you, it’s a quiet partnership.

I’ll be waiting for that quiet hum to catch the right brushstroke, thank you for the offer. Looking forward to our shared canvas.