Title: Footprints Write Short Stories in Sand Medium: Super-8, Photography, Artificial Intelligence, Acrylic on Canvas, Silkscreen, Augmented Reality, NFT Year: 2026 Dimensions: 30 in x 40 in Color Composition: Cream 75.1% · Light Pink 11.9% · Light Brown 4.1% · White 2.8% · Purple 2.7% · Orange 1.7% · Red Orange 1.1% · Aqua 0.7% Tone: Bright, lightness 75 out of 100 (0 is black, 100 is white) Journal: March 3, 2024 Footprints write short stories in sand. By noon they’re gone. loving too fast, dreams too big. Santa Monica begins in light. Not the loud, burning blaze of the afternoon but that soft and misty marine layer glow, like a quiet secret waiting to be told. The pier hovers over the waves as if it’s asking the ocean a question. Ferris wheel turning slow with a handful of tourists and lovers, the neon lights shining against salt air, laughter riding through the wind watching the gulls stealing fries and bread bowls There’s an order here. Bike paths flow like measured lines. Joggers chasing better versions of themselves. Yoga mats unrolling at sunrise Silent discos raving on the shore Sunglasses hide both fame and failure. And yet, throughout it all, the same restless water that touches Venice touches here too. When the sun drops, the sky dissolves. Pink becomes gold, gold fades black. Like breath after noise. by sea wind and long afternoons. the Pacific keeps whispering the same thing it has always said: Keep going.