Is our ship ever going to sail in - Picture Plate

A small group of women linger by the water, caught between waiting and watching. Some look outward, searching the horizon. One meets the viewer’s gaze instead — aware, knowing, and quietly unimpressed by the passage of time.

Is our ship ever going to sail in? isn’t asked with urgency, but with familiarity. It’s the question that surfaces after hope has been shared, postponed, and carried for longer than anyone cares to admit. The sarcasm lives in the pause — in the understanding that waiting has become the default.

Dry, observant, and quietly collective, this plate captures acceptance not as resignation, but as recognition.