Diving into the water looks like a dip into subconscious memories.
Each immersion in the wet embrace resembles a joint with the mother,
the feminine flow of life, the primitive feelings that unite us with the qualities of our soul.
When the soul speaks it uses dreams, the image of a world that, even though it does not look real, is in fact our most authentic self.
And when we are really lost in the oceans of our dreams, then we rediscover the birth legends, the water in its native power, the water that makes us live beyond death, that water that unites everything.
There, at the bottom, we hear again the demands we forgot growing up.
The water has kept them safe, cared for them and returns them to us alive and intact.