Sea Way

Before sleep (or terror) wove mythologies and cosmogony, before time was minted in days, the sea, the always sea, was already there and was.

Who is the sea? Who is that violent and ancient being that gnaws the pillars of the land and it is one and many seas and abyss and brilliance and chance and wind?

Whoever looks at it sees it for the first time, forever. With the amazement that things elementals leave, the beautiful afternoons, the moon, the fire of a bonfire.

Who is the sea, who am I? I will know the day subsequent to the agony.

Poem Jorge Luis Borges

Illustration / Digital Art Size: 3000 x 3975 px