I don’t know why I find myself dreaming of the ocean. Maybe it’s really the ocean dreaming about me and I can’t help but hear its whisper. Every night the scenes of underwater life keep flowing into my mind. In just a few short weeks I’ve went through a large bottle of turquoise silk dye, and have already opened a new one, just to recreate the sea’s beautiful colors that I see in my imagination. As humans we are drawn to the unknown, both the dangers of the murky depths and the treasures that may rest there tug at our inquisitive nature. This recent fascination though, the whisper that I hear at night is different from that. Sitting in my studio a couple days ago I finally see it. The cracked clay merman that I received from a friend three weeks ago looks back at me from across the room.