A large sailing ship is ablaze in sight of land. From a wild, apocalyptic sky, burning cinders fall like the residue of spent fireworks, scattering in the water. The palette is one of desperation, emergency, of struggle between the cool blue waves that consume the ship from beneath, and the flaming oranges that lick its sails above. Another, more strategic battle, meanwhile, is being played out in the same composition; the fight between pictorial representation and abstraction that dominates Whitney Bedford’s work.