Crying underwater is like drinking in the shower. Both events can lead to a dissolving of our corporeal illusion. So much of who we are, or believe ourselves to be, is in play because we know our boundaries. "This is me". "That is you". Sometimes, I can't help but to cry for other people, completely loosing my boundaries and sinking my true self to the bottom of the pool. I think this small painting looks a lot like tear drops on the surface of the water. The four lounge chairs are for me, Kent, Max and Ben.
I am so glad to have a three-day weekend. I'm drinking to health and hoping to paint better tomorrow!
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