You're in a tiny row boat-- the only boats left after all the others were raided. As your tiny vessel bobs up and down lightly on the choppy New York City Waves, you chance upon the Statue of Liberty, or what's left of it. A single hand holding the torch of Liberty Thrusts from the water like the last vestige of civilization. 

You crank your neck upward, and it looks gigantic compared to the fragile boat you stake your life upon day and day out. At best, this monument is amusing as your mind returns to real concerns. Where will you port yourself tonight? Where will you eat? Who stands in your way?

This is the image I had in my head first when I came up for the concept with this piece on the world after water has drowned New York City. Ultimately, I used Impressionistic qualities to capture that sort of vision I had, the impression of that moment as you would see the grandeur of a monument that amounts to nothing.