The painting shows my cleansing. I practice them regularly because of the situations I lead to. I am bringing a stone to the volcano's crater. Every time I am at my destination, the stone rolls down and so does I. I repeat this action over and over because I strive for the light like a tiny insect. The candle is hope for a successful relationship, mutual understanding, boundless love. Unfortunately, it also melts from the heat of boiling lava. Being in a relationship I'm in a shell, coming out of it I feel naked. Shells are my shelters, houses where I used to hide. I am also a lily, innocent of too much stupidity. I am most touched by the hair in the drain. When cleaning up after what I have done to myself and the world, they remind you of your existence. So fleeting and so sad.
