There of course is nothing like a tall sailing ship. And when they bundle at harbor in a nest of rigging and masts they become even something else. Complexity. Confusion. Diagonals and verticals tangling together hovering over a bobbing horizon. Maritime mayhem. And what delight to stand and swash down watercolor. A gaiety of wind and light. A very simply sketch. You can see the undercarriage of simple pencil lines. Each shade of color nothing more than a one movement of the brush. The sailing ship as life simple. In balance. A vision of the future perhaps?
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