a night storm. The first rays of sunlight shine
on the huge waves, and the largest of these, the ninth wave, seems as if it will consume the people attempting to save themselves on the ruined mast.
Their ship has wrecked and many of their mates have perished. The people know that they will not be able to swim out of this, that they face a certain death, yet they clutch the sinking mast and fight for their lives.
When I imagine myself in the position of those sailors I feel two things, both despair and desire for life.
The painter used warm tones (the sea does not seem so gloomy) and for this reason we are attracted by an illusory hope that the people will be saved.
But we realize this is impossible. We understand the horror of the storm but our feelings are won over by its beauty.
Consume-поглощать
Mast-мачта
Perish-погибать
Clutch-схватить
Win over-расположить к себе
Acclaim-провозглашать
The Ninth Wave