Every time we have extreme weather like we did last night, I thank God I'm not out there in our boat. I think about fishermen a lot when we're sailing because I see them at work. You have to have a lot of courage to do what they do, but I can't stand the idea of them doing anything else - and either can they. They're scoundrels and their wives saints. The ocean will morph them into what they hunt in the end - a final and peaceful act of supreme individuation.
I did this painting last night and have absolutely no idea where it came from but am guessing it may have something to do with Carl Jung. It was his birthday.
Holy Fish • 8" x 8" watercolor framed to 12" x 12" • $200
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