That’s exactly the kind of hidden narrative I love to pull apart. I could start with a stack of those coins, trace the tiny galleons and vines onto a canvas, then layer translucent resin, old newspaper clippings, maybe some rusted metal strips—anything that feels like it’s breathing from a different era. The coins become a skeleton, and the modern layers flesh it out, so the past and present talk in the same visual space. It feels like a conversation you can’t quite hear but can definitely see.