Page 18 - Voyages of deire catalogue P D F

Ocean landscape with icebergs
55 x 55 cm
oil on linen 2008
The tinker had come around and soldered us in .
We have about half an hours partial daylight , by which the type of The Times , a newspaper , is just distinguished by facing the south , where a slight glimmer of light is refracted above the horizon ; while in the zenith and northwards the stars are shining brilliantly .
We sit below in our little cabin which has now crystallised by our breath condensing and freezing on the bulkheads , and we endeavour to read or talk away the time . As we sit , we listen to the distant groaning and sighing of the ice ; we thank God we still have a home in these terrible waters .