This is another colored pencil piece with white ink on black paper. I actually made this piece sitting in an airport in Alaska and the reason for that was because I had just had an absolutely beautiful plane ride into Juneau. When I flew in the sun was rising and the snowy mountain range was like spilled ink below. The whites and grays splattered and swirled into each other as they grew more detailed the closer we came. Golden orange spilled across them in broken streams of light and it only added to the impression that they were natures form of a painting. Far greater than anything I had yet to create in its chaotic order. I watched it in fascination as the water broke through the gray in one of the deepest shades of blue I had ever seen. As I stared at their shadowy depths I was thinking of how great it would be if those shadows were giant whales slowly moving beneath the surface. It was as I was watching them and imagining the giant graceful beasts that reality intruded. It was no less great and I became overwhelmed with the feeling of joy as I watched real whales churning in a circle below. It mostly looked like white froth and the occasional fin would surface through the waters in blacks and white clearly seen from the sky. I watched them until they disappeared within the next moment. I can’t tell you if what I saw was really whales but I know that I like to think they are. As soon as I got off the plane I pulled out my sketchbook and set to work drawing what I imagined lay beneath the surface. I hope you enjoy the art and the story that brought it to life.