61 cm X 41.5 cm
I made this painting using real sea-shells I collected from the shore once upon a time when I was once free before going homeless. 
As this painting tells, I’ve been what I’ve just called a Shelly Broke Brook, a pearl imprisoned in the shell of poverty waiting to be free, always on survival mode all my life because my long and woeful past ended me up so obsessed with an ever-flowing anxiety that I am always on a cognitive war trying trying to stay in control of my feelings to reach a silent state such as this of the freshly flowing quiet little brook that becalms me when I stare at.