Anatomy of a Gust — Day 262

A cluster of navy gestures catches the eye before pale blue strokes carry it towards warmer passages of yellow and muted rose. In Anatomy of a Gust, each mark seems to follow a passing current, gathering, turning, and scattering across the ivory ground. Grey strokes weave between the colours, while open spaces interrupt their momentum. I like how these separate movements briefly connect, suggesting something felt through its effects: a rush of air, a change of direction, a moment already moving beyond reach.