"Morning Storm" Painting

“And then I look up and see him - I - see him: the sea. For the first time in these long days, I truly see him. And I hear his terrible voice, I feel his strongest smell and non-stop interior dance, an endless wave. Everything disappears, and only it remains. In front of me. Above me. Like a revelation. The veil of pain and fear that captivates my soul melts, the snares of abomination, cruelty and nightmare tearing my eyes break, the twilight of death, which has clouded my mind, dissipates, and in unexpected light a welcome clarity dawns on me, I finally see and feel and understand . Sea. It seemed a silent spy, even an accomplice. Or rim, stage, decoration. Now I look at him and understand: the sea was everything. It was everything from the very beginning. I see how it dances around me, illuminated by ice, a triumphant, beautiful and immense monster. It was in the hands of death, in the dying dead, in thirst and hunger, in agony, meanness and madness, it was hatred and despair, pity and rejection, it was this blood and this flesh, this horror and this brilliance. There is no raft, no people, no words, no feelings, no deeds - nothing. There are no guilty and innocent, sentenced and saved. There is only the sea. Everything has become the sea. ” Alessandro Baricco