A Work For My Own Wall
This work is one from the Deep Ocean series I occasionally add to. A pod of Sperm whales rise from the deep singing to each other. in the for ground, two tired old lounge chairs rest on the ground. A place for contemplation, either well used or long forgotten. And to the right a woman floats, rising gradually.
Is it the whale song that raises her to defy gravity? Or is it a dream state in her mind? Perhaps there is no connection but happen stance. Perhaps not.