The piece has a floating quality, like something just drifting along a gently undulating surface. A line pulls itself loose, like a strand of hair escaping it’s tied ribbon. There are various colorations of unisons, catching the light in different ways. It is a small thing, a moment of quietness. There is a rocking motion to it, a swaying or back and forth motion, like leaves in a small breeze. One is lifted and carried in the waves. Floating without aim, without purpose. Drift, sway, rock, waver, vacillate.