Right now I’m pretty happy to be drinking coffee and reading The Age newspaper. I’m getting all fired up to head to Melbourne’s National Gallery, the NGV as we Melbournians like to call it, to dream my way around the Hokusai exhibition.
I love all his work, but I can’t wait to see The Great Wave Off Kanagawa, undoubtedly, the most famous of the woodblock prints in his fabulous series Thirty-six Views of Mt Fuji.
Meanwhile, in Siren’s Wave Book 2, Bran and Ava have already paid a visit to the NGV and checked out the print that inspired their tattoos. While there, Ava discovers something shocking that hits her exactly like a tidal wave. Something she’ll have to keep hidden from Bran or risk blasting their happiness into smithereens.
Grinning, he said, “What are you looking at? Wanna find a column to hide behind and make out for a bit?”
“No! God. Is there any place in the world you think unsuitable for getting it on?”
“That question’s rhetorical, right? You already know the answer.” Waving the catalogue at her, he said, “Hey, says here that Hokusai used around thirty different names over his lifetime. Mostly ones he made up himself.”
“Maybe you can use one of his spares when the limelight gets too stupid for you and you need to go incognito?”
“Huh. Maybe. How about Gakyojin? I think it suits me.”
She pulled the brochure from his hand.“Um, lets see … apparently that means ‘man crazy about drawing’.”
Trailing heat up her thigh, he ran his finger over the paper in her lap and asked, “Is there one for ‘man crazy about sexing up his girlfriend’?”
She laughed while he gazed at the art blazing bright against the dark-blue wall.
“What is it about that wave, Ava? I fucking dream about it. It’s weird.”
Bran and Ava at the NGV’s Hokusai exhibition – from The Wave chapter, Siren’s Wave book 2.