Artist notes: I was scrunched down low to the seafloor in the bottom of the reef. We have names for the various seas though the clams, mussels, oysters, limpets, barnacles and snails seem more concerned with temperatures and salt content than actual physical geography. I look closely at a few in the reference I had gathered earlier as my peripheral vision simplifies forms into soft abstract coloured shapes. Days have passed and I am alone in the studio again. It is midday this time. I transform into an empty shell as I paint. I tumble and toss with the rhythms of the sea while nudging and pushing up against my neighbours. A piece of me breaks away and slips deeper into the seabed. I do not mourn this loss because it is inevitable. None of us, or any other thing, remains whole for long.