Water is alterable and imposing; it preserves and it destroys. It represents not only birth but also death, serenity and in some instances brutality. The head-like object inside the centre symbolises me, the artist. The environment where I was born and raised is nothing more than eternal whisperings around, an isolated waterfront. The water is a vacuum where I am born but wherein I am also dying. Inside this vacuum I cannot breath… I wish to transform my mind into an ocean. I wish for the right to choose where I want to swim. However society surrounds me like a swamp. It is heavy, deep and brutal. I feel as if I am inside a muddy aquarium. Here, in this social space, I cannot breath… My own uncontrolled mind is in the cage. It is here that I have lost myself, I am no longer my own therapist.