This is Michika. My exwife. This painting represents how I hurt her. How I let her emotions run from her mind and her heart and had them flail around her lost and without hope. The pink soul below the blue is my first daughter, forced to be in the puddle of Michika's tears and agony. Her eye turned into a faucet because she didn't just cry... she was uncontrollable in her tears and anguish. In the far distance you see me, with that line of connection to my daughter fading. Hmm. I'm so sorry for my part in this.... "Michika."