Despite the fact it is so sad for each of the mariners to leave each and every time, to go to the ship, the euphoria of their return erases some of the tragedy.
I however for a long time have desired to go and spend a few weeks on one of these industrial work ships. I am quite aware that it is not a cruise line. I feel that the reality of the huge muscle ship, the routine, the endless ocean, would induce me to produce an interesting series of paintings, which depict - firstly the euphoria of mine for the ocean, than perhaps the very repetition of the endless days at sea, and even the blues, and perhaps scrutiny of the men at work and their lives..
A week or two on board a ship in the ocean.. A whole load of paper and paint and canvass..mm what a real rest it would be for me :)
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