Neither One Leads
Our artists began with the encounter rather than the animal. A manta crosses overhead on a wingspan reaching seven meters, and every diver who has seen it uses the same word — flight. Painting one would have described a fish. Painting two describes a dance. On the dial they glide in harmony through deep blue water, wings held mid-beat, as shafts of surface light fall past them into the dark below. A coral reef rises along the lower edge in orange, red and yellow, holding the scene above the ocean floor. Neither ray leads. Look at it long enough and the stillness starts to feel like motion, which is exactly what it felt like underwater.
