A note in a drawer
It’s like a vast mountain range of black and blues, viewed from far above as they collapse into each other. Like a steel paint spatula scooped up a rich, deep blue acrylic to just scrape it across a black canvas, pushing to leave a curved lump once the spatula lifted. Frothing up fluffy clouds at the hull, trailing off behind as if it can’t catch up to the Water’s Rider. The Sea is fascinating.