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001. Snow Storm - Steam-Boat off a Harbour's Mouth. Painted by Joseph Mallord William Turner , 1775-1851. The piece made creates s swirling compositions of chaotic colors and lightning - showing the frailty of man and man-made objects against the merciless forces of nature.
The swirling storm creates a composition that leaves the eye to circle around the canvas repeatedly. The black of the wind and the waves of the sea create a circle around the doomed ship. Through the windy peephole, the viewer can see the helpless ship at the mercy of nature's violent motion. One can imagine the ship swaying to and fro as its crew desperately tries to take control of the sail and stay afloat.
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"Gallery's closed." Admiring the painting that shows a ship off the English coast struggling to persevere through a storm.
Rumor has that Turner, the painter, actually had himself tied to the mast of a ship during the storm to get a better account of the wind and ocean and what the ship must've felt like in the midst of it. There is no way to test the validity of this rumor, however it is clear that unlike any other artist, Turner grasped the nature of the storm better than any other artist. This story, located in Harwich, was most likely invented but shows a striking proof of Turner's lifetime of experience on the sea.
Mesmerized by the painting, she started to imagine how it would feel like to be in his position. All tied up on a ship and taking up her surroundings. To feel the cold breeze pass her body - almost as if it could take her away until her fragile body can't hold on anymore. Thrown into the sea. She'd sometimes like to envision herself floating away in the ocean, the feeling of the cold chill waves move against her body - although this can something so beautiful but be so dangerous. Sea, swallow me—
"Ma'am." The sern voice snapped her out of her haze, "I said the gallery is closed." Blinking twice and straightening her back, she took a glance at the old man. "Leave."
Before the man could even get a chance to spit something out again, she walked away with a sigh wanting to so badly go back to that painting and keep fantasizing about experiencing that memoir. Art had so much to it - it could be a colorful painting, drawing, some abstract but have a dark meaning— too cliché? This can be similar to a human. Person with so much light on the outside that you could feel their happiness radiate off them a mile away; but most likely still able to see the unpleasant aura right through them.
