This was drawn directly from life during my trip to Barcelona, Spain.
The most fascinating thing about the boats was seeing hundreds and hundreds of masts climbing to the sky. I found a quiet place away from everyone to draw, and I as I put marks down on my paper I felt a rush of silence and ominousness. The masts felt like dead trees in the winter; longing for the warmth of spring to come back to life. In a sense, they were dead, because there wasn't a single person on any of these boats.
I composed "Masts" based off this feeling. I wanted the boats to feel like tombstones and crosses clawing at heaven while the boats served as a snowy, winter ground.
