The Wreck of Colossus

Off the coast of Isles of Scilly a diver plunged into the deep to excavate the ship’s stern. I read this online.

The ship’s grey edges curl on themselves from my screen. In another tab I scroll through a gallery. My digital hand

touches a Picasso in Barcelona. A click and details about his blue phase pop up in controlled boxes.

I have arrive to this site because I Googled lost, art, and uncovered, but the museum has other attractions: a traveling exhibit,

an animation workshop, a special reception. I return to the tab about the wreck and read about how they brought it out of the sea.

I learn that the diver has written a memoir. The BBC has a three-page interview with him and there is a link to one with the curator.

I save images of the mast on my desktop. Last year, at the Museum of Fine Art, a friend and I strolled through galleries.

She pulled out her camera phone and snapped Van Dugen’s red-capped girl. Oil on canvas read the card. No other explanation.

My friend raised her hand to get a better shot, when a security guard rushed over to us. Please ma’am, he said reaching for her phone no pictures allowed.