I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
John Masefield - circa 1902.
Is there anything more romantic or dramatic than the sea? If you accept the findings of Charles Darwin, that's where we all began. So it's not surprising that vast expanses of water is the stuff of legends and fantastical imaginings. From the mythical sunken city of Atlantis to Herman Melville's Moby Dick, the ocean represents a force and a power that we can only gaze upon in wonder. When the elements conspire to redesign the view, it can be beyond all expectation. The magnetic luna pull of the Moon tugs one way and the howling winds retaliate in a fierce dance that whips all in sight into a rolling tumble of energy and unbound power. To ebb and flow. Foaming and rhythmic. Flashing and gleaming - rich azure to emerald green, liquid sapphires bursting into sky blue. Then, as winds subside, a mirror forms to remind us there is a sky above; full of all manner of seabirds. But their number and variety of species can never match what lies beneath that which covers nearly three-quarters of our planets surface. Oceans. Vast, majestic and teaming with life. To paint my abstract seascape paintings is to become the message in a bottle that bobs and sways this way and that, moving with the flow, captive of tides, currents and eddies. I am never still when I paint abstract seascapes. To pause or take a break, is to be Canute at the water's edge, holding hands aloft in vain resistance to that which one will ultimately yield and surrender; the mighty, the glorious, Poseidon's beautiful sea.
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