Tomás Quintero

Two women rest on a marble terrace in late afternoon light, saying nothing.

A woman reclines in the crook of an apple branch, reaching for fruit she does not need.

A girl waits on sunlit stone steps beside an old clay urn.

Two crowned figures share a secret in a violet garden, long after the party ended.

A picker gathers fruit in the blue shade, her arms catching the last warm light.

A footpath climbs past blue domes toward the sea, painted from memory of noon.

A woman watches the crescent rise over burning clouds from the edge of a quiet rock.

A girl and a seal hold still together, cheek to whisker, neither willing to move first.