show poster I made for a show I will have played.
A man goes to sea to fish. He has his rod, his bait, his hat, all the supplies one would think they needed to go fishing. To catch life, to bring in the chums of the water to their bucket.
He throws the rod back and forth like an indecisive child. In the water, out of the water, does he hear the waves crashing. Hears yes, but feel no. Because if he let his body focus on the rhythm of the waters, man would catch fish, and he would know not to have any fears of what might happen if he gave himself fully to the sea.
Treating myself like a queen, drawing and listening to this: