An old creaking fishing boat rolled gently upon the waves behind the small isles, as a young boy cast his dad’s fishing road into the cornflower blue sea. Several minutes ticked by serenely, then suddenly the line upon the reel was spinning into chaotic scribbles in the breeze. Before long the salty sea took the sunshine yellow line for it’s own, weaving a journey through stormy currents and whirlpools…
Brass, found fishing wire, steel, spray paint.
One off