Roel Q. Seeber

Where the land ends and the sea begins, two bodies lose themselves. Suspended in their memory, they weave a desolate dance, made of silent defiance the inheritance of a shared mourning. At the threshold of the invisible world, time ceases to exist. The dance becomes a passage, an intertwining of gestures that binds as much as it frees.

Where the land ends and the sea begins, two bodies lose themselves. Suspended in their memory, they weave a desolate dance, made of silent defiance the inheritance of a shared mourning. At the threshold of the invisible world, time ceases to exist. The dance becomes a passage, an intertwining of gestures that binds as much as it frees.