Yesterday, Easter Sunday, the photo I took in this Port Townsend, WA, shipyard, called to me. A man on a red ladder, dwarfed by this ship, working on the hull of this massive vessel and it was just very cool. Talk about a deep draft! So much hull. Maybe it’s big so it can hold lots of fish, as it works the waters of the Pacific Northwest. Maybe it goes up to Alaska. Maybe it does other things I have no imagination for.
The chunky mass of this boat! The man on the ladder looks like a toy. I did the painting, then decided it was a bit too stilted so I spattered ink and paint to loosen it up, which improved it.
I guess I can’t get enough of ships and water and boats. Even though I live on a houseboat I go to a coffee shop on the water so I can be next to the estuary. In my plodding, often sodden journey of loss and grief I am reminded of the words of Jesus addressing his disciples, freaked out as they were in a boat as a storm kicked up: “You shall not capsize.” I don’t even know if those words are in the New Testament, really (my born-again past is showing itself), but I will imagine they are as they soothe me during this wild ride. Don’t know where I’ll come ashore. But I’m still afloat, trusting.
9″ x 12″ watercolor, pen, acrylic ink on paper = $140