The Letters Series, first layers

⚠️Works in progress⚠️

I followed the bears
and they led me to the sea. part II

Yeah, I need to talk about bears.
Hear me out.

I think collectively we all carry the same feeling these days - and it feels like when you’re swimming and you put your feet down to touch the bottom and catch your breath for a minute
but
the seafloor is deeper than you thought
and in its place
is nothing.

You didn’t realize you swam into the deep-end
you’re treading water and
getting so tired
and starting to forget how much comfort
you used to get standing on the shore

Even when you were at the edge
Staring down a rip tide.

It’s like that, y’know?

Only now
the closest person
is six feet away
and they can’t get any closer.

For now, and perhaps I am only speaking for myself, we’re all treading water
and holding fast to the hope that negotiations for where the bottom is will begin soon.

To be continued, as I paint my way through it.
Bear 2: 18x24” oil on canvas on hope.