- Entering Sensuka Bay
In this opening print of the series, the viewer is transported onto the deck of one of the steam-powered ferries linking Sensuka to Kadonde, on the other side of the Golden Strait. The steamer is rounding the cape of Sakalumi Island at the entrance of Sensuka Bay, and the lower portion of the island’s celebrated seashell-shaped lighthouse is just visible on the left side of the image.
This is the moment, for all sea vessels approaching Sensuka from the west, in which the city’s spectacular natural harbour first comes into view. Spread out before us at the far end of the bay is the densely built-up peninsula of Orepi, which juts out into the harbour by the mouth of the Juminta River. Orepi’s famous spiral tower rises from the warehouses and the forest of masts lining the area’s bustling harbourfront, the nerve centre of all trade within the capital. Lomuku Castle—the city’s most iconic building, along with the Orepi Tower and the Sakalumi Lighthouse—dominates the city centre from its perch atop Labetachi Hill. Directly ahead of the ferryboat, another steamer ferry is moving in the opposite direction, away from the port, and the placement of the column of smoke rising from its chimneystack makes the Lomuku appear to be floating in the air. This is a nod to the castle’s name, which means “cloud.”
The view in this print is among the most dreamlike and deliberately enticing of the whole series. Particularly if one happens to live very far away from Sensuka, so that it would be difficult to imagine ever visiting the city in one’s lifetime, such an image may evoke escapist fantasies. The idea of pulling into that sun-bedazzled harbour, with the wind on one’s face and the crying of seagulls in one’s ear, and with the penguins leaping alongside the boat and all the wonders of the imperial capital awaiting one at the other end, might well seem like the very definition of that inaccessible exotic Elsewhere for which so many hearts are consciously or unconsciously yearning.
Nevertheless, it may be well to keep in mind that, wherever we may find ourselves, that location inevitably takes on for us the concreteness of the Here and Now. The sky and sunlight and wind above us, however momentarily exhilarating, are still after a short time a little too real, a little too similar to—and indeed, they are none other than—the sky, sun, and wind that we experience every day, in the overly-rendered reality of the present moment. And even on this steamer deck, at least somewhere at the back of our mind, we would no doubt already be worrying about the pick-pocketers awaiting us in the crowded wharves, the negotiating of transportation to our lodgings, that meeting tomorrow morning with the representatives of the silk weavers guild, or with that acquaintance of our cousin’s who said he could find us work, our incipient need to pee, the persistent gnawing of hunger in our stomach, the health of a relative, or simply the same old anxieties that are with us always, because they are anxieties about ourselves.
Looking closely at the open pages of the book being held by the seated passenger in the foreground of the print, we can see that the artist has included an allusion to the essential elusiveness of our desires for another world: The woman is reading an illustrated guide to Switzerland, which appears here as the embodiment of a longed-for escape.