I sought to re-imagine a ship on the ocean's floor stylized to near-unrecognition and I think about how a passing vessel might simply see the crow's nest peaking above the surface and just take it for an empty bucket and flag. This was joyful for me - and as therapeutic as a coloring book. A measurement of depth, I assigned each fathom its own personality and flow.

And so it goes...what matters always lies beneath, doesn't it?