Until That Day, I Make My Home Down Here
The goal of meditation, they say, is to clear the head of all thought. To allow one's mind to be vacant and thus become one with nothingness.
I imagine this would be an excellent skill to have if you were standing immobile on the ocean floor, waiting for some far-off call to action. It would be particularly useful if some odd plant and animal life mistook your noggin for an island and a good place to make their home.
I doubt I could manage it. It seems that the older I get, the more impatient I become. So many "important" things are always clamoring for my attention. If I spend too long doing one thing, I feel that I've neglected a half dozen other dire situations. Perhaps meditation would help with that?
As usual, when I first conceived of this piece, I expected it to be quick and simple. As usual, that didn't turn out to be the case.
There were times when I felt more like an engineer than an artist, trying to figure out how to build the waves.
In the end, of course, the simplest solution turned out to be the best one. Go figure. The coral, a late addition to the piece, might be my favorite part. Working with those random fractal-ly shapes and positive/negative space was just plain fun. I had just found that great green-black paper by accident, while digging through a shop for a completely different color. Once again, blind luck wins the day.