Mining the depths, sinking through the layers, discarding clutter and overworked narratives. Formed differently for each of us. Sunlight only reaches us through the hard work of excavation. Debbie Brosten, Washington, USA | A seabed with a jellyfish canopy is where I explore my depths, minding my dreams and the images that float by while drifting off to sleep. The ocean floor is for dancing dreams into existence. Rachel J. Billingsley, Washington, USA | If we think in human terms it is floor, but the sea doesn’t belong to humans and it hasn’t since the time of honoring Poseidon. It is bed, a place to nurture and sustain life. Elizabeth Sweeney, Colorado, USA | Softness. That is the difference. When navigating through the profound darkness of your unspoken places, where will you land? On a rigid landscape of a floor or on the soft invitation of repose on a bed? Gabriela Tores, California, USA | A seabed you fall into and something there catches you, but when the ocean floor opens, meaninglessly, you stay in that questioning, that falling, forever. Dina Paulson, New Jersey, USA
