Turner

The reverberating sound spills and sprawls from powerful and magnificent waves. The sound swallows me up, pulling me down into the colorful depths of the sea. Down, down I go under the thick layer of yellow-green only to resurface by the delicate ship thrashing in the dangerous white peaks. The skies ablaze; radiating fire in every angle. Only someone that has experienced this could know what this was like. I know the old stories of him are true.I want so desperately to escape this horror, but yet I bask in the beauty and intricacy of his soft marks. This scene is crafted delicately, yet with a heavy hand. The sultry use of color captivates me, holding my attention for more than a second, consequently submerging me in the experience. It’s a sensual delight of the senses that dangles me dangerously closely to the edge of addiction. While I want to recreate this, I have neither the knowledge nor the tact to touch this talent. I would rather simply surrender to the dangerous beauty of Turners magnificent creation.