Being a single mother and provider to a small boy, carrying him, protecting him, trying to constantly stay afloat, while personally healing can feel like a drowning experience at times. Unless you draw from the depths of your existance; then it can be overwhelmingly strengthening. There is loneliness while not being alone. Sadness with the love. The unknown brings both dread and freedom. It'd be so easy to succumb to the pull of the vast ocean and silently slip under, the calm overtaking. Or focus on the feeling of the water holding you buoyant, caressing you like a baby in the womb, breathing with the slow bounce of the surface. No, swim with all your might and feel your heart race as your muscles pump, achieving the pinnacle glory of your strength. Vast depth. Misleading calm. The power of the endless skyline. Only being able to see 10 miles of nothing; as if that is a short distance. Where will you wash up? Do you stay afloat? Do you succumb? Is it doom, peace, or both? Let go...

This piece was painted with bare hands in one hour.