For many months, the four-masted galleon plied the oceans, resisting storms, fighting pirates and the royal fleet of enemy kingdoms.

He did not know fear, but he knew the pain of losing his friends, he was a home for everyone who stood under his proud and freedom-loving flag.

It's time for him to return home.

It was late evening, sunset, when the galleon entered the native harbor and dropped anchor.

The steel chain fell into the water with a noise and a slight push suggested that the bottom had been found, we were at home.

The captain of the galleon climbed to the bow of the ship and began to admire the sunset, which played with the shadows of a small, port city, surrounded by a sleeping forest. He stood silently and a tear, which had not made itself felt for a long time, rolled down his cheek.

He tried to remember every detail of this long-awaited evening.

Nearby were moored ships that came to repair sails and rigging, battered in long raids.

There was a smell of fresh wood, tar and freshly salted fish in barrels that stood in the port, not the most pleasant smell, but very familiar, saying that now you are at home.

I guess that's what I can say about the picture I've been working on for the last week.

I have always liked the sea, like most boys, in those days when books were the main source of inspiration, many dreamed of being sailors, like the heroes of Jules Verne's novels "Children of Captain Grant", Rafael Sabatini's "Captain Blood: His Odyssey".

Freedom, the noise of the Prussians, the cries of seagulls, sea battles, this is what gave food for fantasies and reflections.

Although, I am a book captain, those few times when I sailed on a ship showed me that I was not made for the sea, seasickness was very strong during light waves at sea.

But, the passion for ships has not faded away.

Allow me to present my new picture, which I called - Native Harbor at sunset, or the adventures of a book captain.

Sometimes, the heroes of sea adventures found themselves on a desert island and they had to use all their ingenuity to build a swimming facility from improvised materials in order to leave the island, which had become a prison for them.

We can say that it was, from improvised materials, from boards of wooden pallets laid out in a pile, which I saw at sunset, when I ran to the store for bread and this picture was created, step by step.

You know, I was thinking what the technique of creating paintings from photographs is more like ... a drawing? I think oil and stack work is more like what I do, but sculpture also comes to mind.

It's a bit like modeling clay.

There are no elements added from the outside in this picture, everything was created from the material of the above photograph.

I can't say that I immediately saw the whole picture, no, thoughts came while working on the picture.

So there was a sailboat in the background and a galleon, which became the hero of a little novel about a sea adventure.

I am a supporter of that. what if you fantasize, then, fantasize to the end, lol. The arrangement of the ship's masts and rigging is just what I have in my imagination and memory, don't try to find the same ship lol.

I can't call myself a person who loves meticulous and monotonous work, but the creation of this picture made me go against my "want" and "want not".

I had to think through many small nuances in the design of the ship. For example, technical windows in the upper part of the board.

It's time to show the sails on the yards of the masts. I wanted the light of the setting sun to play in the sails.

Equipping the ships turned out to be the most time-consuming part of the work needed to be understood. which is on the first what's in the background. Seemingly simple ropes. But they are not easy to portray for a mediocre artist like me.

It's time to work on the weather. Night began to creep into the harbor.

Work on the equipment of the ship continued. The masts, like Christmas trees, began to grow into Christmas decorations.

A forest appeared on the left side of the picture, the purpose of which is to reduce the boundaries of a small city.

In the bow of the ship, there were extra elements of the sky, which I decided to put out of sight.

When the rigging was done, all that was left was to add some shadows and fog, which you saw in the first photo of this painting.

I'm not sure I wouldn't want to. over time, something to add to this picture, but this stage is completed.

Happy viewing and reading!

Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera.

Author @barski.
Ukraine.

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