Watercolor – Black stone – 6,10 x 8,66 inch – Unique work

What if I took you to a unique, isolated and tremendous place? I would like to share a secret.

A legend ? I don’t know. Maybe, but then it would be mine, pure fiction, right here, right now. At the very moment I’m writing these lines, the words jump, very excited on the keyboard of my laptop on this Sunday afternoon of March 11, 2018. I have no idea of what will come out exactly in the following minutes but I can’t wait to find out how my nimble fingers will surprise me.

So, this is the story of a small fishing port in Scotland, land of the Loch Ness monster and haunted castles. This is where, each year Ian, the fisherman, performs THE miraculous catch of the year. It’s like a ritual. He gets up well before dawn, drives his jeep to his boat moored not far away from the bank. He leaves with his empty traps. He joins that corner that his father had joined before, and his grandfather, and his great-grandfather, and his great great-grandfather, … I think that you get to my point.

So, a few nautical miles from his harbour, he anchors, drops his traps one by one to specific places he has memorized over the years. And he’s waiting. He is thus patient for several hours, the roll of the sea water makes him a little sick but he handles it. As a child, he very often throwned his breakfast overboard. Which made his father and grandfather laugh when he was still alive. No, Ian can’t read during this time, so he changes maps in his head and imagines the future loot collected after the sale of his catch.

Suddenly, a weird sound, or rather, no more noise nor seagulls, nor other birds twirling in the sky, watching for baits or future waste. They have come to know very well what a boat at rest in the middle of the water means. Suddenly, a quivering under his feet worries Ian. He looks to his right, to his left. Nothing. He turns around completely and there before his bulging eyes of absolute horror not a gigantic wave but a wall of water …