BEACH (SURFACE) BEACH (SURFACE)

„Rustle. Gentle wind stroking your skin. Filled with the scent of salt and sand. Sunlight that warms you. It silences your dancing thoughts. Soft sand that gives way gently under your steps.

You walk along the beach, following the lines that the waves draw in the sand. Step by step, you walk along the shores of the tides, along the endless ocean.
In front of you, the endless expanse. Behind you, the tracks you leave in the sand.

You think you will reach your destination with dry feet. But then one of the waves catches you, washes your feet in ice-cold water and brings with it swirling clouds of sand, mud and sharp shards of shells and pebbles that scrape hard against your skin. The water pulls the sand from under your feet and you threaten to lose your balance in the pressure of the wave.

The noise becomes a roar. Everything seemed so peaceful here a moment ago, but from one second to the next, this wonderful place that you love so much becomes dangerous and threatens to drag you down into the dark depths.

But when the water recedes and the sand settles, you receive a gift: it is the most beautiful of all images. Drawn from shimmering reflections of light, symmetrical, ever-changing patterns of sand and the treasures that the sea has brought with it.

Shimmering lines of light lie like glowing shadows beneath the tiny waves around your feet. Sand and iridescent shell fragments follow invisible currents in the water, drawing lines, shifting patterns, intertwining circles and undulating distortions. More artistic than a living creature could ever create, they are only visible for a moment. Every drop that circles in the water changes the enchanting play. Every ray of sunlight that hits a movement of the water draws a new nuance of light, and yet it is gone with the next blink of an eye.

The pattern is constantly dissolving, constantly destroying itself in order to immediately recreate itself. And you know that with every wave that comes, you will see this beauty again. Every wave that hits you, with foam and mud and cold, brings the uncertainty of whether you can keep your balance. You know that you will briefly lose your bearings. You know that you will briefly doubt whether you will find your way again. But when calm returns, you will be rewarded with radiantly enchanting images of ephemeral beauty. And if you are attentive and want to find them, you will discover the little treasures that the sea has brought along the way.

What the water leaves behind are new lines in the sand that you continue to follow. And if you turn around now, your tracks will have disappeared.“