“The sea, the masses of water pushed towards me by the waves that caress the land in that endless violent act of love, always attracted me by its roughness, the unpredictable nature of this vast nothingness that is the ocean.
‘Eternity, it is the sea gone with the sun’, Arthur Rimbaud wrote. These words, engraved in my memory like incoming tide on the face of cliffs, resonate within me, surfacing from the depths of my memory every time I find myself on the coast. Such an impossible proposition yet describing so accurately what our mind cannot comprehend. Like sea, ‘poetry leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity’.”
– Georges Bataille, Eroticism
Image – Pierre-Auguste Renoir 1879 Seascape