This painting was born not from memory, but from longing—a quiet, persistent ache rooted in the stories my grandfather told and the fragments of a place I have never truly seen. Amalfi, with its bell towers rising like ancient sentinels over coral-colored facades, and boats gently resting in harbors unchanged by time, exists for me as both a real place and a symbol of heritage.
I painted this scene from across an ocean, guided only by his stories and a single sun-washed photograph that captured a moment suspended in light. Each brushstroke became a conversation between generations, a way of bridging the distance between past and present. In the soft glow of Amalfi’s imagined light, I sensed something ancestral stirring deep within me—a connection not just to a place, but to a lineage and a sense of belonging that transcends geography.
This canvas is more than a landscape; it is a daydream of home. It is a map drawn in color and light, an attempt to reach toward a place I have never seen but already carry within my heart. Through painting, I find a way to hold onto those quiet ties, to honor the past while making it part of my present. It is a reminder that home is sometimes less about where you stand, and more about the stories and memories you carry with you.