The brief was to paint a working coastal harbour at the moment the catch lands, and to keep both the labour and the line honest. So the net became a flat sagging mesh full of conch-white fish, hauled by two fishermen on the jetty, with flag-topped trawlers reduced to flat geru-and-green hulls behind on a sea of white wave scrolls. We split the picture into two registers — the haul above, the sorting below — the way a classical scroll stacks a sequence, so the fishwives kneeling over their baskets get their own clear band rather than being lost in the crowd. A folk sun and a pair of gulls lift the harbour into the tradition's vocabulary. The deep red ground gives the dawn its warmth: a fishing morning drawn with the weight of the temple line.