It is said that if a mariner travels too far from the sight of land, his ship will tumble over the edge of the world into a universe filled with hideous monsters. This is only partly true. The monsters that a man may meet in the abyss on the other side of the world are the ones he carried on his vessel – stowaways he did not know were aboard. They are the monsters that condemn him to seeing only in black and white, only in shades of grey. The landscape in that lonely place is frozen and he drifts endlessly in the small areas of open water around the pack ice, plagued by doubt. Above, the known world is filled with color, warm sun, and light, variable breezes.
Acrylic and gel medium transfer. From the leather sketchbook.
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