I was struck at an exhibition here on the theme of the sea that painting is silent.
After a day on planes, the high frequency jets get inside your head and probably do something quite injurious to your smaller structures.
It's this refreshing to stand in front of something silent, even though there are chatterings and murmurings around you.
Freud says that drives are silent. The surging ocean of course is loud, but the painting of the surge says something about ocean as drive, as gravity embodied in water.