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Sea Stories
Each day, each hour, each of us floats upon a social sea,
some like buoys chained to a reef tossing headstrong on
each tiny ripple to bang against whatever floats their way
some like boats with planked hulls of thick oak swollen
with time, partly leaking, crusted with barnacles, content
to be upright and cruising into another panoramic sunset
others like bubbles hovering suspended upon the surface
ready to burst at the slightest touch, their translucent faces
a multicolored swirl in every range of human offense
or a tanker, metallic and towering above the scrum and toil
of the buoys, boats, and bubbles on its way to some distant
payday, bashing through rips and eddies with cold purpose
I will stay upon my board within view of the sand, paddling
into the breakers and surfing their curling cascades as long
as my shoulders allow or until the sky tells us it’s over.
Landscape Mineral oxide on paper 74x55 cm 2020 #art #contemporaryitaly #artivisive #landscapes #landscapeslovers #black #white #artistslife #architectures #nature #artforlove #artoftheday #paesaggifragili #seascape #seastories #remembrance #island #madeinitaly #maps #mediterraneanarchitectures #places #cityscape #pointofview #artworks #spacetothink #instadraw #fragile #urbanlandscapes #marilinamarchica #abstrac (presso Sicilia, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIWBwaEDJc3/?igshid=175if9mw3r3wk
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The death fires danced at night - Henry Justice Ford
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A sea-monster movie borrowing the aesthetic of whaling epics inevitably sails into the shadow of Moby-Dick. The spectacle is fun, but the ideas feel smaller than the ocean they’re trying to cross. Big ships, bigger beasts… but the biggest stories are the ones with ideas deep enough to match the water.
The evolution of the maritime epic in contemporary cinema represents a profound struggle between the desire for historical verisimilitude an
Pearl from the Depths
Two divers, equipped with all the necessary gear for deep-sea diving, ventured into the hidden corners of the sea in search of pearls. These waters were unclaimed, yet held countless dangers. Sometimes divers returned with distorted memories, or didn't return at all. Yet, rumors of an incredible pearl, shining brighter than any star, compelled them to search.
One day, after morning preparations, they set out in pursuit of this pearl. The dive was long. The surrounding silence was only broken by the faint sounds of water and the bubbling of oxygen tanks. The water grew colder, the light dimmer, and the pressure increasingly intense. They swam side by side, communicating through hand gestures, their primary means of expression in this silent world.
Delving deeper, a crevice revealed itself, within which lay a majestic shell, reminiscent of a precious gem on a throne.
Drawing closer, they were met with a sight of sheer magic. The pearl inside the shell glowed in a manner indescribable by words. Its luminance seemed to tell tales of thousands of years spent at the ocean floor.
One of them gestured, "Are you sure it's safe?". The other responded with a silent yet confident sign, as if to say, "All will be well."
But, as the first reached out for the pearl, everything changed. The crevice began to close, and they realized they were facing a living creature, its trap now sprung.
The water's force pushed the second diver away. He tried to rescue his companion, but the latter, seemingly under a spell, resisted, preventing his extraction from the monster's jaws. The struggle depleted the second diver's oxygen supply.
He reached the surface but changed. His gaze was distant, his memory warped, becoming one of those unfortunate souls who fell prey to the sea's depths and returned no longer the same.