We're friends, the sea and me. These days I live very close to the sea, but it hasn't always been the case. I have a large oil painting that is very similar to these dark broody images. It gives me joy every single day.
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down...
Images from here, excerpt from one of my favourite poems of all time - Le Bateau Ivre, Rimbaud