Blue whales, great ocean from the depths Painting

I saw the plot of this picture in a dream. This is the first picture that I like from the very beginning, how a mother loves her child unconditionally and without limit. This picture is about how important support is to us and how easily we most often give it to others, but forget about ourselves. And undoubtedly about motherhood. About the strength to go to your dream from the depths to the light. The painting is made with acrylic on canvas using textured paste, liquid gold leaf, quotes from the work of The Little Prince are written on the canvas. And also used luminescent paints, so the picture glows in the dark, namely the whales and the light that goes to them. I was inspired to write the picture by Tatyana Morina's poem "You are the sea" If your four week old screams at night turning lobster red, If your 12 month old just won't let go of your hand, If your 18 month old is still wanting to be breastfed, If your two year old just will not play by herself, If your three year old still ends the night in your bed. If your four year old's whining is driving you mad, Please remember that you are a sea, not a rock hard cliff. You aren't a cliff to misshape their life and take that in your stride. You aren't a cliff to not twitch a muscle on hearing their cries, You aren't a cliff to resort to "I'm done, he can scream all he likes!" You aren't a cliff to announce your stand and never look back. You aren't a cliff to "Just do whatever the hell I say!" You aren't a cliff to be sending your echo down their way. You are a sea, and however hard those winds can blow, Your waves will rock and nurture and soothe some more - Even when "I am shattered beyond belief" and "This can't go on". You are a sea, and your storms are entitled to hit your coast - The safe place to throw off tremendous pressure built up in your soul, The people to take the edge off emotions you can take no more. You are a sea that leaves no stone uncared for, unturned, Even when waters turn black and the waves are beating up into a foam, Even when dirt and seaweed rise from the depths to the very top. You are a sea, you have more strength than you'll ever know, Even if you are giving your all and they still want more. Even if there's more than one and you're on your own. You are a sea, and that means that the seasonal rains will end To give way to blissful stillness, blue skies and to sunny days, When you will relax in their company, not when escaping them. You are a sea, no wonder your feelings are deep and bold, What these depths can hold is a story that's yet to unfold, And, of course, until you became a mother, you wouldn't have known. You are a sea that's forever changing and never still, But whatever the shade of your wave today and however you feel, Please remember that you are a sea, not a cliff, my dear. The back of the picture is decorated with fabric, and there is also a mount for hanging the picture