2025 June #009. The shoreline reveals itself as a realm of perpetual negotiation. These silver waters hold memories older than language, flowing between states of being that we rarely acknowledge in our structured lives.
Small figures traverse the metallic expanse, dwarfed by forces beyond comprehension yet somehow belonging to this threshold landscape. They remind me of thoughts moving across consciousness—each one distinct yet part of a larger pattern.
My fascination with liminal spaces began during childhood twilights when the familiar world transformed into something simultaneously strange and revealing. The monochromatic palette emerged naturally during creation, stripping away distraction to expose the essential rhythms beneath.
Time behaves differently here. Each horizontal striation represents a boundary crossed, a moment suspended between what was and what might become. The silver quality suggests something precious revealed only through patience—like understanding that arrives after long contemplation.
We return to these threshold places because they mirror our own condition. Never fully arrived, always becoming, finding meaning in the journey across ever-shifting terrain. The tides will continue their ancient whispers long after these figures—and we ourselves—have departed, carrying secrets between worlds with each silvery pulse.
