This is a busy harbour caught at rest. A row of moored sailboats sits side by side along the quay, hulls in white and pale grey with the odd flash of red along the waterline, and above them a forest of thin bare masts rises into the sky. Behind the boats a hillside town climbs the canvas, its houses worked in pinks, terracotta and warm grey, with a pale bell tower standing clear near the top.

Mikhail Mikora paints the whole thing with a loaded palette knife, so the buildings read as broken dabs of colour rather than tidy walls, and the rigging is scratched in with quick lines. The water in front is calmer, holding loose reflections of the hulls in greens and blues.

The title, Yachts – The Wind Dies Down, fits the mood: nothing is moving, the day is winding down. It is a large oil on canvas from 2020, 175 by 110 centimetres.