Gegenwelt

In the early light, I let the sea move through a long exposure until its edges dissolve. The waves blur into soft strokes of colour, revealing patterns that only time can show.

Watching the water stretch and settle, I begin to recognise the motion. It echoes the tides inside me—the places that rise too quickly, the tensions that twist and loosen like kelp, the depths that surface when I stay long enough to see them clearly. What once seemed sharp becomes gentle when given space.

These images are simply that: a record of learning to stay with movement until it teaches me something true.

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