Luckily, for once, the obvious didn't seep into my head when I put my pencil to the page this week. Sailing to me, lately is a mixture of freedom, but with freedom comes a price. My body feels free to sail wherever it wants, but it seems I'm still tethered to the ground by my mind. So this is what Sail means to me this week.
Colored pencil and graphite. (Although, I think the original looks better than the scan)