“The Gulf Stream,” By Winslow Homer (1899)
I remember looking at this picture as a boy. I wondered how the man on the boat could appear calm, sharks around him, a storm in the distance. The picture, which is part of the permanent collection at the MET, didn’t make me anxious so much as me aware that death is unavoidable. I tried to think what I would do in that situation. And I admired the resolve or the acceptance of the man on the boat.
Do you remember Steve Martin's review of Winslow Homer show in Cruel Shoes? "Winslow Boner?"