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"A trimaran flies along the drowned coast of Tuktalli, kicking up spray with its four foils. Its biplane rig, with its close-set masts, is a fancy of a particular Matriarch and give the sails the appearance of two triumphantly raised wings. It works excellently… when running downwind.
However, all-conditions efficiency is not its purpose: to the birrin it passes along the ruined coastline it is a marvel; a sight not seen in a thousand years.
They wonder what will follow in its wake."

This piece is a private commission.

Description

"A trimaran flies along the drowned coast of Tuktalli, kicking up spray with its four foils. Its biplane rig, with its close-set masts, is a fancy of a particular Matriarch and give the sails the appearance of two triumphantly raised wings. It works excellently… when running downwind.
However, all-conditions efficiency is not its purpose: to the birrin it passes along the ruined coastline it is a marvel; a sight not seen in a thousand years.
They wonder what will follow in its wake."

This piece is a private commission.