There is a wonderful moment, among many, in Thor Heyerdahl’s dramatic account of his and his countrymen’s raft voyage across the Pacific Ocean in the balsa log raft, “Kon-Tiki”. He describes the unexpected and slightly perilous provision of flying fish that came leaping over their vessel during the nights. The flying fish, many of which landed on the raft, or smacked the men in the face, answered some of the questions about how Polynesian settlers might have made and survived the voyage from South America to the Polynesian Islands. It reminded me of the mana and quail for the Israelites in the desert. The flying fish has since become part of my vernacular, symbolizing God’s miraculous provision. Both of these prints, a 2015 copper engraving and a linocut from 2005 are available for sale in the shop with free shipping for a limited time.
