Just added this to my Portfolio.
Been struggling with this image for a while. Wanted to use Géricault’s Raft of The Medusa because of its articulation of, and call to, public outrage, which seems horribly absent nearly 200 years later.
It strikes me that The Mediterranean is what binds us in Europe to Africa rather than a moat dividing us.
To turn our backs on fellow people in ultimate need is to turn our backs on our humanity.
I originally had an image from a dream — a hazy mist, a milky, flat sea with tiny reaching hands breaking the oily surface like a matt of seeweed, bobbing rather than waving.
It was too dead, too final.
Just the one strong hand, of one of Géricault’s survivors, still striving, reaching for the horizon and dawn’s rescue was much more powerful and direct.