Ship vs. Whale
2012
The ocean represents a fantasy world that someone like me could never fully grasp. No matter how much I read and how much I research, the concept of the deep sea can only be understood by living it, breathing it, experiencing it first hand. My work contrasts the romantic view of the majestic sea versus unpredictable horrors of the sea.
The ocean is like a person's emotions. There are hidden stories behind a person's eyes and in every picture taken. It has always been fascinating to me imagining what goes through other people's thoughts or what they have experienced. The saying that lives are precious is directly related to the ocean. It means the ships that went to sea and never came back. It is the sailors who would go out risking their lives and return a different person. It is the brotherhood of the sailors who find common interests in a life-changing environment. It is the millions of whales who were almost extinct at the end of the whaling era. It is the family members who lost brothers, fathers, sisters out at sea. It is the hundreds of ships that once held so much importance that do not exist today. It is the history of my hometown of the New Bedford, Massachusetts area, that will forever be remembered through old photos, written logbooks, in the frameworks of remaining buildings, and the cobblestones leading up to fishing docks that were once home to the whaling capital of the world.
2012
The ocean represents a fantasy world that someone like me could never fully grasp. No matter how much I read and how much I research, the concept of the deep sea can only be understood by living it, breathing it, experiencing it first hand. My work contrasts the romantic view of the majestic sea versus unpredictable horrors of the sea.
The ocean is like a person's emotions. There are hidden stories behind a person's eyes and in every picture taken. It has always been fascinating to me imagining what goes through other people's thoughts or what they have experienced. The saying that lives are precious is directly related to the ocean. It means the ships that went to sea and never came back. It is the sailors who would go out risking their lives and return a different person. It is the brotherhood of the sailors who find common interests in a life-changing environment. It is the millions of whales who were almost extinct at the end of the whaling era. It is the family members who lost brothers, fathers, sisters out at sea. It is the hundreds of ships that once held so much importance that do not exist today. It is the history of my hometown of the New Bedford, Massachusetts area, that will forever be remembered through old photos, written logbooks, in the frameworks of remaining buildings, and the cobblestones leading up to fishing docks that were once home to the whaling capital of the world.