SunnyX, A gritty black-and-white 35mm film photograph of a 25 year old woman in a dimly lit, mist-shrouded corner of a decrepit, weathered boat dock, where a rusty old chain-link fence slouches against the worn wooden pilings, its weathered ropes tangled with overgrown aquatic vegetation. The air is heavy with moisture and the stench of decay. A large, mysterious, partially submerged, industrial-style ventilation grate dominates the background, partially obscured by a tangle of slimy, decaying seaweed, which seems to writhe like living tendrils. She sits at the water's edge, her back against the boat's weathered hull, her knees bent and feet dangling in the murky water. Her eyes are fixed intently on some point ahead, her gaze sharp and unyielding. A thick, soot-stained coat hangs from a metal hook, slumped over the rusty boat's wheel, its leather cracked and frayed. She wears a faded, hand-me-down fisherman's sweater in mottled blues and whites, tucked into threadbare, knee-length trousers with multiple buckles and rusty rivets. A well-worn, hand-carved wooden cane leans against the boat's hull, propped up by a tattered, crimson woolen scarf. Her expression is one of unyielding resolve, her jaw set in a determined line.