Boats are a gift of the water. They were born like Aphrodite, from the foam of the waves, created out of need, inventive human spirit, and the elements. They are as alive as we are and are the correspondent of our own self floating on the primordial substance which gave birth to us all – the water. They are a bridge connecting us with it. They talk to us through timber creaks and by dancing in the rhythm of the waves touching their canvas. Through them, we are no longer spectators of the primordial system but part of it. Once the first boat is finished and the first experience of this kind is absorbed, you may never want to feel the impersonal touch of a plastic-made boat.