Gazing at the horizon: distance travelled, or a shore to come?

The Sea neither divides nor unites. It follows the voyage with a gentle ripple, lest the traveller be frightened by the dark abyss. Later we’ll realize that the Sea wasn’t the space between two shores, but the very time of the journey. More Mare Nigrum

Barren and desert, sailed by heroes, mother of Aphrodites. Divine and human sea. More Mare Nigrum

First of a short series of images on the Sea. Endless and inscrutable, mutable and invariable, natural and divine. In deep tones black and white.