Memory of the Tide
The mysteries of the unknown—the alien waters of the deep.
Aquatic environments are enchanting. As an air-breathing mammal, I am completely out of my element at the ocean. It is not made for me. It is a force that commands both fascination and respect.
I once lived in a place called Ocean Beach. Ever since then, I have felt a special pull to the sea. If I go too long without my ocean time, I grow restless; itchy; anxious. You can often find me grounding, the wellness practice of physically connecting to the Earth's charge. The ocean is an extension of this. I immerse myself on multiple levels, allowing its amazing power to recalibrate me.
Falling asleep to waves is the ultimate soundscape for me. My nascent blowholes take in the ocean’s scent, carried by the same wind that wears down the rock before me. As always, synesthesia kicks in.
I may not follow astrology, but the ocean insists that I am a water sign.
Aquatic environments are enchanting. As an air-breathing mammal, I am completely out of my element at the ocean. It is not made for me. It is a force that commands both fascination and respect.
I once lived in a place called Ocean Beach. Ever since then, I have felt a special pull to the sea. If I go too long without my ocean time, I grow restless; itchy; anxious. You can often find me grounding, the wellness practice of physically connecting to the Earth's charge. The ocean is an extension of this. I immerse myself on multiple levels, allowing its amazing power to recalibrate me.
Falling asleep to waves is the ultimate soundscape for me. My nascent blowholes take in the ocean’s scent, carried by the same wind that wears down the rock before me. As always, synesthesia kicks in.
I may not follow astrology, but the ocean insists that I am a water sign.
Pélagos comes from the Greek root meaning “sea” (πέλαγος).
I sought to capture this force.
It is amazing how, even in its absence, the ocean leaves a mark—the textures, both rough and smooth, juxtaposed against each other. The tones.
A reminder of a powerful force. Something to be reckoned with.
To me, the ocean is the closest thing to an alien world that exists on Earth.
It is amazing how, even in its absence, the ocean leaves a mark—the textures, both rough and smooth, juxtaposed against each other. The tones.
A reminder of a powerful force. Something to be reckoned with.
To me, the ocean is the closest thing to an alien world that exists on Earth.
Feel the flow.