The central painting in the a trilogy about lovelessness.
A mermaid has no sex organs but, living in the sea of emotions, can trap others, or remain trapped herself. In the mountains, an old couple of cracks embrace.
Sisyphus rolls a boulder, pushing two rocks together rather than the rocks being attracted. An apple hangs on the tree, temptation perhaps? Or just fecundity in a lifeless desert. A leaf falls to show the passage of time.
Love is everywhere except on the mermaid's rocks. She looks only towards the sea and the setting sun.
Oil on M.D.F. in custom-made solid wood frame.