In a swirl of mist and storm clouds, a ship’s mast rises alone toward the sky. Its half-erased yards and rigging seem to emerge from another time, like a ghost ship caught between sea and land. Below, shores of rust and ochre dissolve into a vaporous white, while a thin geometric yellow line, almost contemporary, unsettles the scene. The Quest converses with the great Romantic tradition: the storm-swallowed ships of J.M.W. Turner, the wreck in Caspar David Friedrich’s The Sea of Ice. Here, though, the shipwreck is not an ending.
