The constant lashing of the waves against the shore and their retreat. The peaks and the lows and the space between.
Life is lived in moments. Every moment is different from the one preceeding it and the one it precedes. We cannot force form of the moments in nature to fitting our own idiosyncrasies.
We are always looking for a change, a transition in our being and our minds. The act of photography exacerbates that. Seize the moment is what people say. We can get lost in chasing moments so much that we forget observing and living them.
A still image installation of constancy and change. A collection of frames, trying to find the calm. Will we ever get there? The ultimate calm? The Ocean is mine. Memories of what passes by in anticipation of what remains to be seen.
An excerpt from the work. Work in Progress.