In Surfs Up, Brenner channels the kinetic energy of the sea through sweeping horizontal strokes and textured layers that evoke the pulse of breaking waves. Cool tones of slate gray, cloud white, and charcoal fold into each other like tide and foam, each gesture on the canvas echoing movement, tension, release.
Subtle curves arch across the composition like the ghosts of surfboards carving through swells. There's no direct depiction of a shoreline or surfer, yet the sensation of salt air and distant roar rises from the abstraction. The painting thrives on suggestion: what begins as pure motion soon becomes memory of morning surf sessions, of bodies meeting water, of rhythm, grit, and grace.
This is not a literal ocean, it’s the feeling of it. Brenner invites viewers to ride not the wave itself, but the space between them. The hush before the drop. The breath before the glide.
30” x 60”, oil on canvas
In Surfs Up, Brenner channels the kinetic energy of the sea through sweeping horizontal strokes and textured layers that evoke the pulse of breaking waves. Cool tones of slate gray, cloud white, and charcoal fold into each other like tide and foam, each gesture on the canvas echoing movement, tension, release.
Subtle curves arch across the composition like the ghosts of surfboards carving through swells. There's no direct depiction of a shoreline or surfer, yet the sensation of salt air and distant roar rises from the abstraction. The painting thrives on suggestion: what begins as pure motion soon becomes memory of morning surf sessions, of bodies meeting water, of rhythm, grit, and grace.
This is not a literal ocean, it’s the feeling of it. Brenner invites viewers to ride not the wave itself, but the space between them. The hush before the drop. The breath before the glide.
30” x 60”, oil on canvas
