When you're swimming, the sounds of the world above the water fall away, and all you can hear is the singular sound of water in motion. The soft rush of bubbles escaping your own body, the clusters of bubbles born from the water you've displaced — there's something quietly calming about those sounds. Listening to them, watching the currents you create with each stroke, you become aware of your body suspended in space — no up, no down, no surface to lean against, touching nothing. It's a strange and deeply comfortable feeling. You want to stay adrift forever, but you can't hold your breath indefinitely. You feel free, floating — and yet tethered to something. Maybe it's precisely because you're anchored somewhere that you can feel safe enough to call it freedom. Lost in thoughts like these, you keep swimming, and somehow a great deal of time has passed. It may have been something close to a runner's high. I hope that when this piece hangs in your space, you find yourself gazing at it softly, letting your mind drift toward the sound of bubbles deep beneath the sea.
In to the deep sea— Into the Deep Sea
High-quality giclée printing using 12-color pigment inks and 0.35mm fine art paper. Faithfully reproduces the texture and brushstrokes of the original work, with lightfastness of approximately 200 years.
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When you're swimming, the sounds of the world above the water fall away, and all you can hear is the singular sound of water in motion. The soft rush of bubbles escaping your own body, the clusters of bubbles born from the water you've displaced — there's something quietly calming about those sounds. Listening to them, watching the currents you create with each stroke, you become aware of your body suspended in space — no up, no down, no surface to lean against, touching nothing. It's a strange and deeply comfortable feeling. You want to stay adrift forever, but you can't hold your breath indefinitely. You feel free, floating — and yet tethered to something. Maybe it's precisely because you're anchored somewhere that you can feel safe enough to call it freedom. Lost in thoughts like these, you keep swimming, and somehow a great deal of time has passed. It may have been something close to a runner's high. I hope that when this piece hangs in your space, you find yourself gazing at it softly, letting your mind drift toward the sound of bubbles deep beneath the sea.
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