The Littoral Zone is quite a hard concept to grasp. It is a space which is always in an in-between stage. Its only constancy is its fluxus. This is difficult to manage emotionally where we grasp for stability, for control which in reality becomes the stagnant pond of things. Why not allow the littoral zones of our lives to provide a rich mud of emerging and vanishing imprints, of meetings of living forms from opposite existences of land and sea.We work to build dams and to controll the currents of living, only letting go when it is part of controlled force.
These thoughts have begun to form the underpinning ideas for my images, as I myself struggle to go with the flow- to remain fluid, to find opportunites in what seems to be murky mud- to understand the Littoral Zone within and to recognize, it is a rich place to be.