We sell our hearts for money, for glory, for a moment of fame. We say it is only business.
The ocean swirls, sometimes there are rough waves and sometimes it is motionless, flat like a mirror and only the undercurrents drift us into the depth, helplessly.
We hand out our business cards. They represent us. Are we obsessed?
Only the deep cyclical ocean is a true reflection of our souls.
Materials Used: Business Cards (offset printed 1995), mirrors, rack from a computer, acrylic on paper, glue.