The Oceans Song

A Vision

Some time ago, some forty-two years to be exact, as I stood by the shore of the Long Island Sound, out by a town called Kings Park, I looked down at my feet which were at the very edge of the high water mark. In that narrow band, poised between the ocean and the land, there is an entire ecology. It is composed of plants, seaweed, seashells, tiny snails, crabs from a quarter inch down to the virtually microscopic, worms, scraps of dead fish, little broken branches, strange forms of seaweed bubble floaters, bird feathers and goddess knows what else. All of this life was teeming, crawling, breathing giving off oxygen, carbon dioxide, eating being eaten. Above all, connected. As I stood there I felt its totality, its completeness, I felt it running along the coast of the little bay, and around the bend and onward and onward, and onward like the skin of the sea, until all the seas of the world were connected as one by this skin and all at once I felt the totality of the ocean itself and its contents, its tides, its depths, its cold darkness and the hot blood of the life of whales within it and the ageless cold eyes of the giant cephalopods, the magic of the total unity of it, the ocean, in all its manifestations, its total interconnectedness, its oneness. And as the water washed over my feet I became part of the sea and of the land beneath my feet and all things were one thing once again and as a human being I felt a singular and unified oneness with the natural world of which I am a part and from which I could not tell where I begin and where I end, if at all.

Years later, I was inspired by a story of how we are changing the very nature of the sea. That we are changing its acid/alkaline balance and by doing so affecting the very nature of the life contained within and sheltered by and nourished by the great ocean.

This change threatens the shell fish, the plankton, the entire world of vertebrates, the whales, the sharks, all the fish large and small.

If this change goes on for a hundred years at its present rate of increase all that will be left will be squid and jellyfish, and in another hundred years, or less, there will only be slime.

A billion years of evolution, infinite variety, exquisite beauty, delicious fish, joyous porpoises, soaring seabirds, fresh breezes and more and more and more, all gone.

Because of all this, I painted the ocean's song.

     Cari Salute

          And love to all

               Isaac Abrams