Night Swim

On the work

Night Swim names something you do half blind: you can't see the bottom, and you go in anyway. On the deep blue are three open handprints, one red, one yellow, and one where the two colors meet inside a single palm. They read like company, the way you'd reach for someone in night water just to know they're there. Made where there was no room to swim, the panel went in anyway, out into open water without knowing whose hand it would find. Who you'd want beside you in that water is the part only you know.