The Whale is our DNA
When a blue whale is underwater, its skin seems to merge with the sea it lives in. Only the rings of light dancing over its back allow us to see an animal of impossible proportions. As soon as the whale begins to turn itself towards the seafloor and flicks its tail up, the rest of its body will vanish into the blue. It will be a creature between two worlds, not quite here and not quite there until only the trace of its tail is left behind it like an echo. Whales are works of art.