I saw these two old fishermen sitting on a sea wall in a small port town in Morocco. The color of the sky and sea with the red Sahara sand washing up in the waves caught my attention. I was most drawn to the quiet companionship of these two friends. I don’t know if they had just returned from fishing or were waiting for the tide to change to set off, but I did know that I had to paint them.
I saw these two old fishermen sitting on a sea wall in a small port town in Morocco. The color of the sky and sea with the red Sahara sand washing up in the waves caught my attention. I was most drawn to the quiet companionship of these two friends. I don’t know if they had just returned from fishing or were waiting for the tide to change to set off, but I did know that I had to paint them.