When his wife Edie dies, Will Moran abandons all he used to be, and do, to paint still life canvases of rocks and driftwood on the walls of his house.
He’s never painted before, recognizes his paintings are awful, but returns each day to his struggles with light and shadow, color and object, boundary and perspective.
Lost in his new obsession, Will avoids friends, gives away his furniture, and wanders the streets of his small coastal town late into the night. He eavesdrops on neighbors, dips into garbage cans, and fills his home with rocks he collects from local beaches.
Through it all, he clings to his still lifes — each one more failed effort to represent the simplest elements of his world—rocks, wood, and grief. It is only when unwanted but redemptive encounters force Will out of his new habits that he is forced to confront the unassuming person he once was and the man he has become.