16 x 12 inches unframed
Mixed Media on Arches 140# paper
 
 
Text:
The Waters
 
Too much. Too little. 
You live to control. 
 
You dam us. Distill us. 
Harness us for power… 
but we are shape shifters. 
Drops carve gorges. 
Fog blinds you. 
Ice freezes you. 
Waves tumble your biggest ships. 
Or passive in a glass. 
 
We are above you
creating clouds that rain 
and deep in oceans’ abyss 
feeding creatures you cannot name. 
 
While we shower you clean. 
Hydrate your plants. 
You make us murky with plastics, oil spills. 
You too, are a body of water. 
You—lungs, blood, tears—hold us. 
You need us. The difference? 
 
We do not need you.