Some seascapes you almost hear before you really look at them, and this is one. The rolling surf catches that loud moment when a wave finally curls and breaks toward the shore. Mikora paints in oil on canvas, leaning on the heavy, tactile body of the paint to give the water weight: the foreground is all movement and churned white foam, laid on thick with the knife.

The wave itself glows a clear green as it lifts. Off to the left a steep headland rises with tall cypress trees and a small house among the greenery, and far out on the right a single sailboat sits on the horizon. That distant calm balances the crash up front and gives the picture a real sense of scale. Upright at 70 by 90 centimetres.