The sea has been a source of fascination since time immemorial. It sparks a longing. Inspires thought. The depths of an ocean are often romanticized as a reflection of the unconscious, imbued with unfathomable creative power. The beach, as a place onto which we project our desires, becomes both a destination of our longing as well as the perfect starting point for setting off to new shores. Because everything is always in motion here – beckoning us to set ourselves in motion not just in thought, but also for real.
Grand emotions, as vast as the sea itself. Which presumably only become so grand here because the ocean is, of course, inherently implacable. A force that cannot be tamed, the feeling of being at the mercy of the elements, the indomitable. And yes, all the Hemingways and Conrads and Melvilles are probably right when they turn the sea and its creatures into a medium for personal self-discovery. “So onwards, I say, let’s set off into the unknown,” you want to shout out loud into the harsh west wind.
