The dried out Hato plains needs a drink. And if the water doesn't come to it, it comes to the water. Organic life holds on to the clouds, squeezes it to get a drink.
All sorts of driftwood make the outline of the brain. The cloud represents the spirit that remembers things to come; the bent earth and the driftwood are one.
Inspired by the refinery on Curaçao. The toxic smoke this refinery puts out over the people that live downwind of it, is criminal. In this drawing nature grew over The Isla.