TIME OUT FROM THE WORLD:
The acrid scent of smoldering driftwood brought me closer to a vagrant way of life: a group of vagabonds wandering along the water’s edge – guided by constellations. The rolling waves curled around the rocks with fluid abandon – leaving a fresh slate of sand. To take time out from the world and note life, unraveling – giving clues – in constant flux. A place my mind yearns to stay.