I grew up on an island and at times it feels like salt of the ocean is in my blood. Then I remember that I am terrified of the water and while sailing was something I did on occasion, it was more cling-to-the-rigging than lean-out-with-your-fingers-in-the-white-caps.
So when I look at these images I am able to hold both sensations in my mind at once. Which, I think, is what great art should do: disturb and please in equal measure, throw us off-kilter, make us question our minds. It should not provide answers, only legitimate questions.