Dark waters run deep; much is unknown.
The lithograph in the background is ghostly; her face is but a whisper. She is present, but just barely. She presents her face, but she is distant from us. She resides in the haze of the elusive: memory and imagination.
Two swimmers are headless, faceless and trying to stay afloat. Their figures are sharp and solid in comparison. The marble pallour of the swimmers’ bodies contrasts from the darkness below them and the pale bodies float above the weathered portrait in the background. Treading water can be exhausting and the threat of drowning from fatigue is present.
The bird betrays the landscape. It is tethered below the surface of the water, but reminds the viewer that this is unreal. It creates a disturbing trinity as the two figures flail their arms in an attempt to take flight. The bird is inverted, with wings closed.
It must be a dream.
Memories lurk here. The tension between the downward pull and the urgency to survive makes the balancing act difficult. There is little hope of ascension; there is no horizon to offer an alternative to these dark waters.