This piece is somewhat autobiographic except the subject is a female. A female which is not nude which means she is not free, she is subdued/inhibited. To be frank, its about sadness which comes during Spring time since my mother passed away three years ago on Easter; tears come out, the ducks are nostalgia of her lost childhood. Perhaps next time I will make it as a boy. The form is rather tall, a hole has been broken where the figure sits, alluding to being broken/imperfect and trying to hide it. Rough surface=tough skin derived from experiencing life. Blue streaming down=tears. The first pic below shows the texture in detail.