Born of the sea

Two years ago, I started this habit of going back to the sea every year. I would listen to the angry waves, dip my feet inside the tide pools, underneath the early December morning sky. It felt exactly like going home after a long journey, or an encounter with something or someone so special who had left a significant mark in life. I never felt more complete.

 

A few wire cuts from uneven armature and buckets of paints later, a giant oyster was made. It was quite a long and complicated process of bringing something this challenging into life, but I never felt more excited every second of it. The idea of doing something I was unfamiliar with interested me. It never faltered a little bit.

 

This photograph would be a temporary relief toward my imperishable sense of longing, a memory to recall one day, that what was once lost is never really lost. It just becomes more vivid as the soul grows older. As I was staring out to the ocean I knew she was there, somewhere in the core of it, along with those who perished too. She was there.

 

Model: Sylwia Mickiewicz

 

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