Mark Pol
3 min readSep 25, 2022
Night in Greece

The sun dips just behind the houses of the city, which borders to the bay. The bay over which I stare used to be one of the ports from the time when the Venetians still ruled the areas around the Mediterranean Sea. The calming clatter of the murmuring sea against the edges of the bay gives a certain tranquility to the edge of the noisy city. Walkers shuffling along the bay are looking for a good restaurant at this time of day.

As the sun bids farewell to this side of the earth and darkness embraces the dimly lit bay, the atmosphere of the city changes. Despite that changed atmosphere, the sea murmuring to itself continues to tell her story.

Three-quarters of this planet is covered with water. Huge expanses of water about which we know very little. Beneath the surface of it lie secrets that are far from being unraveled.

We humans live in ever-growing cities, soon to be mega-cities. Cities that are increasingly claiming ecological space. We always demand space from the sea and the sea that demands its space back again and again.

Like a cat working only the surface with its nails, we only touch the surface of the sea. The magnificent beauty of being her is beyond our imagination. The sea tells us in its own language about its past, present and future. We don’t understand that language, but we can’t name that language either. We also do not understand the language of the surrounding nature. We cannot name that language either.

The sea murmurs on undisturbed. I listen, but I don’t understand her. The waves roll along with its eternal noise. What a unique pleasure it is to listen to a language whose syntax and semantics I cannot place. The pleasure may lie in tone and the intonation and rhythmic coherence of the sounds it produces. The murmuring of the sea can sometimes suddenly turn into a rebellious roar. The interplay of wind and water is then very impressive.

The power and energy that is released as a result is unimaginable. In extreme situations, this can be devastating for the (mega) cities that border the sea. A tsunami, caused by a powerful seaquake, can devastate large parts of the city. Due to its enormous heat capacity, the sea also influences the weather of sometimes entire continents. And the sea keeps mumbling her story in the hope of convincing us.



Mark Pol

I am an artist:painter. I paint and draw. Its a kind of figurative surrealism.