pi & anne

The sea always, always, always grounds me. There is something about the rigid subjection to the elements (and therefore their sensual perception) which doesn’t allow to be ignored. It doesn’t allow me to ignore myself. The more I connect with the outer world, the closer I get to my inner. Which is good. Which is challenging. If I had to pick a representation of me here, it would be a pine growing close to the coast, its one-sided growth, its stubborn existence in the wind. Or the silence of a poising seabird. Or the power of breakers. Or the coolness of salty water on my shinbones. Or cloud patterns changing faster than one can take them in.