Beads of sweat and strained eyes. The fisherman, a strict general to his flock, sits waiting. Many tireless hours pass and the days come to an end: sometimes with euphoric highs of a bountiful catch, sometimes with his head hung low and his hands calloused and barren. The sun will continue to illuminate the water day after day, and as it does, the fisherman shall remain hopeful.
Oil on Canvas
61cm x 76cm
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