Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles. - John Tyndall. All waves reach their shore in due course, where they flatten out and fall back into the sea. One day, we’ll take our last breath and dissolve back into the world, just like the waves do, no matter where we are, no matter what our status, race, gender or our wealth.
24" × 30"
Acrylic on canvas