The sea has never held still for a painter, and the great marine artists of the nineteenth century did not try to make it. Instead each chased a single mood and fixed it: Turner the killing storm, Aivazovsky the moment of survival, Sorolla the blaze of a Mediterranean noon, Krøyer the pale northern dusk. Placed side by side, seven canvases show the same water wearing seven different faces. None of these painters agreed on what the sea was. To one it meant terror, to another l