The ocean holds a deeply ingrained place in our being, It’s primordial energy and archetypal symbolism integrating our conscious and unconscious lives. It speaks to us on a fundemental level. We are drawn to it’s potency, feeling awe, fascination, fear and terror, a sense of ‘Other’ which affects a psychological transcendence.

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Our convictions and our fears are folded into and encapsulated in the rhythm of the ocean’s dark expansive depths. Like the River Styx, that boundary which separates the living from the dead, our ephemeral dreams flow and morph from base instinct, primal, carnal and violent into fleeting cerebral concepts of the human condition and existence. Answers we search for in our waking lives are presented in vivid clarity then whisked away before they can be clearly formulated, like waves crashing on a rocky shore, solid and energetic then wiped out in an instant.

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Yet somehow, washed in the spume of fragmented dreams our being resonates and grows storing a repository of febrile emotion and abstract thought that solidifies and forms the core of our spirit as we navigate the turbulent waters of our existence.