Moses's grandma, rather reflects how I am feeling. There's something so Frida Khalo-esque about it. You'd think I'd find that rippling sea, dipping as if to a waterfall, unsettling, and yet this image comforts me, the depth and vividness of the red and the blue, the rootedness of the bedposts, the hopeful moon. No, I don't find the dreamer's journey unsettling at all. To me, she looks girded for a great adventure.