In a departure from my usual 'plein air' practice this work is painted from a memory – a vivid recollection of being holed up in a mangrove inlet for a week on my vintage ketch during Cyclone Hamish. The boat and anchor motifs are apparent along with more ‘archaic’ remnants - fish, moon, water, tree and cloud.
Here tells a tale of ups-and-downs - the tidal surge, the bending tree, the stoic stern-post and the yielding shank of the plough anchor. This play of hope and trepidation is watched by a tiny fish peeping from the green brine.