Tell yourself it's not an ending

 

The image on the right shows the raw elements that the artist Hugo McCloud used to create the 'painting' on the left, take a seat. Plastic bags, people. He is using the very poison that is killing the whales and the sea birds to create such beauty. It's a step beyond what every artist craves--that feeling of inserting something in the place of nothing. Making meaning where there was none. He is doing all of that, plus modeling a regenerative practice. 

Sometimes the traffic sounds like the ocean. Those currents washing by, full of unknown species. I wonder, who made that beauty?

There is yet another draft of the new novel. So much work, so much life given to it and still so much disappointment. So much ambivalence. Is it good enough? I want it to take my breath away. 

I wonder, does Hugo McCloud feel short of breath when he looks at what he's done?

What would take your breath away if you made it?