This image was started on March 2 2016 and completed on March 7 2016.

Hi All,

This is an image of a man stuck in a tempest. Above the din, he still can't hear the call of the woman who's searching for him. This image may be interpreted literally or allegorically as described in the following poem I posted on Fanstory, our sister site. Happy viewing! R

Through squalls and storms, gamely he sought
To break free from the chains of thought
That held him fast on a ferry
Bound for the crags called Destiny,
Where hopes are dashed and left to die
With no one near to hear their cry.
Thus when he could, he took the plunge,
And though at times he was a sponge
On a course - wavering and unsure,
Far from shore, a driftless detour-
He never wished that they were gone;
The freedoms which he'd sorely won.

Alone he reigns on the high seas;
His subjects are his fantasies.
Free to let go, sink and be drowned
Beneath the waves, without a sound,
Or cling to the flotsam of life
And keep his head above the strife,
And skate and glide from spill to thrill,
Free to say when he's had his fill
Of maelstroms. Then he'll heed the call
Of her with the spell to enthrall
And bind his mind; coax it to roam
The island which they shall call home.