Her tentacles spiral and curl beautifully framing her pronounced head, and the texturing down to her tiny suckers - some pronounced, and others barely there - is marvelous.
The octopus is born into a watery realm. And, like the water itself she is ever changing, shifting, and hypnotically wafting under the push and pull of the moon. To survive she's become a master of camouflage, notoriously fluid, intuitive and regenerative. The shape-shifting octopus reminds us nothing is as it seems.