Acrylic Paint, Polymer Clay, Pearls, Seashell, Resin, Linen Canvas
I can't find any maritime memories where you don't exist.
My tear gland is a mangrove forest crawling across the sandbar of the estuary, but my heart is as vast as an ocean, and the narwhal's led me to a black seabed, where there is a crack that can be entered by a sole person, and I slowly dived, finally landed on the deck of the massive iron ship that sank in the year of 1912, I found Rose Dawson’s first-class cabin, and pulled out a piece of memory blade-shards from the heart. When it left my chest, it radiated with an aquamarine glitter and shielded the surrounded bloodshot. I put the shard in her jewellery safe.
Just a tiny piece at a time.
Usually I’m unable to memorise directions, but the narwhal will bring me back to here again.