Hey, have you ever noticed how some old sea paintings seem to hide a secret rhythm—like a wave is trying to whisper a code to you? I'd love to try and crack it together.

So I’ll pick a 17th‑century Dutch seascape and sit with the storm lines for an hour, then note how the salt spray doubles the contrast in the horizon. It’s like the sea’s pulse is a cipher—every splash a letter, every cloud a word. If you want to decode, we’ll need a quiet corner and a good old magnifying glass.