movie, mixed media
This work comes from my memory of the first time I went to the ocean at the age of 3. My mother was laughing and calling him into the water. As I cautiously entered the ocean, I could feel the great force under my feet pulling me into the waves. To avoid being swept away to inevitable death, I firmly braced my legs wide apart. But, little by little, I began to sink. I tried to endure the wierd anxiety at my feet, but before long I took a big gulp of seawater. Finally, my mother, laughing, came to scoop me up as I cried and held me in her arms.