Not far from where I live is a boat business, which involves moving large craft out of water; their sculptured shapes can be quite spectacular: this one  I have drawn and painted three times. Awesome, majestic, but also strangely vulnerable, like an aged lady who suddenly finds herself stranded in the hospital where I work:

 

watercolour A5 rough

 

Today as I did some drawing in the etsuary I saw the remains of a vessel, decomposed in the mud: echoes of Graham Sutherland's forms and the Good Friday liturgy: "behold the wood of the cross whereon the Saviour of the wrold was hung".

 

 

fine-liner sepia on cartridge paper A6