A shimmer of coral a clutter of clown fish, floating upon the reaf, colours beyond imaginable belief… If not for human pollution the underworld would be an abundance of bright and beautiful beings, free from injury, illness and injustice the ocean would be harmonious. Tormented by the mess humans leave behind Maraz often retrieves some of the leftovers discarded by them. Piercing her skin they are a constant reminder of what was, and what humans have done…