Each Moleta in that small boat is the centre of their own universe, with all of the complexity of action and relation and hope that each of us carries around in our heads. For that instant though, they were likely quite universally, collaboratively captivated by the excitement of where they have come from or are going to, and the thrill of being all together in the boat on a sunny day with the water gently lapping and ordinary labour set aside for the duration.

I won’t lie. I was quite scared about colouring this print. I hadn’t done something like this in more years than I care to admit, and the cost of the print was still basically a hundred dollars. I’m not printing it again just because I messed it up, so there’s a bit riding on the steadiness of my hand, and the choices I make for colour. When I was the first few strokes of pastel in, the sweat was beading on my nose, and I had to have a moment to collect myself.