Rhossili, After You

Ar ôl ti - Aros yng Nghof

Painted in the wake of a storm, this seascape looks out across Rhossili Bay toward Worm’s Head - the headland my father loved, and the last place I stood beside him. The sky is beginning to clear, yet the air is thick with what remains: wind stirred silence, salt softened grief, and the hush that follows sudden loss. This place is unchanged, and yet entirely altered. Every brushstroke holds the echo of presence, of memory walking beside me in the sand. The horizon no longer ends where it once did. This is not just a painting of a coastline. It is the space between weather and stillness.

It is Rhossili, after you.