The ocean is not a backdrop.
These photographs are not about performance.
They are about waiting.
About repetition, drift, and the quiet tension between control and surrender.
It is a presence.These images are about scale,
about horizons that slow you down.
About light, texture, distance.
The land, the water, the air,
everything exists before us.
Long before we enter the frame.
Photography does not interrupt this order.
It only brushes against it.
Scale is deceptive.
What appears vast is often intimate.
What feels powerful
is, most of the time, fleeting.
Bodies enter the frame briefly. Not as subjects,
but as traces.
Movement erases identity,
leaving only gesture.
Between speed and silence, the image becomes a trace, something felt more than understood.