To hear the thunder of the break and the roar of the wash,
the boom on the reef and the weight of the crash.
And then. to muffle it all. by sinking.
I have a peculiar fascination for waves. The way they roll. The way that smooth geometry collapses under the weight of its perfection.
It's a dangerous obsession that has brought me face to face with a veil. And just on the other side is the end, I know.
This collection is about meandering lines. It's about the way a wave cuts the ocean and splits it into colors.