Style1½ inches thick (3.75 cm) Product Details Artist grade canvas, archival inks, wooden stretcher bars, and UVB protective coating
AvailablityUsually ships within five business days. ArtistRC DeWinter Platinum Member CollectionAbstracts
Description 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Riding the Waves
Cascading endlessly, embryos caressed in a cerulean womb, the drifters silently float, decorative, sometimes dangerous, where the currents would have them be.
No concept of determination, made to ride the waves and content to do so, these living opalescent jewels of the sea migrate at the whim of the great salt mother.
Like the lilies of the field they neither toil nor do they spin; passive travellers in the oceans of the world, dependent on what chance and currents throw their way, these graceful disks somehow survive.
Sometimes I feel like that: a moon jelly, or perhaps more accurately a sea nettle, tossed and taken by the radiating energies of life to where I need to be; incapable no undesirous of self-direction, accepting where I find myself, supremely distanced from any set of goals or feverish drive to accomplish, to accumulate, to own.
The life of a drifter suits me fine most of the time. There is a sharp sad beauty in constant motion, in being untethered, to finding oneself in deep strange waters pulsating with possibility. And unlike my filamentous sisters in the sea, my tentacles can contract when something worth clinging to appears.
Those occasions, like the dying reefs, are growing rarer and harder to identify with any certainty. No matter. I float, I drift, I ride the waves of the cosmos, hoping only that if and when I wash up on a high tide it is on a pacific shore strewn with harmony. 2012 RC deWinter
This is an ART for Cancer Group image. 25% of all sales of this picture will be donated to The Breast Cancer Research Foundation.