I’ve always wanted to be a mermaid. Even into my college years, this fantasy follows me. I used to wish to breath underwater, to glide, be free, and be beautiful. Now, its even more simple. Mermaids are fantastical creatures who don’t have Hashimoto’s disease, among their many gifts. Somehow this idea of the mermaid mixes with the fantasy of what my life could have been had I not met with this obstacle. They are both equally magical and equally pointless to think about.

That is what this piece is about. There is something about verticality that has always strongly expressed yearning, like the great Catholic cathedrals reaching up with reckless architecture toward heaven. But this is a yearning that is weak and fantastical. This was meditative for me to explore.