Between the Shores

Three hundred eighty-six thousand square meters, twenty one thousand cubic kilometres of water and eight thousand kilometres of the coast are called the Baltic Sea. The populations of western coastal areas used to call it the East Sea, and we still see the other coast as the Western world, the promise of hope. For us the sea means the direction to the West, for them, to the East.

While on the coast, one always turns towards the sea. While at sea, one is constantly thinking about the coast… To go to the sea always means to leave something, but as you gaze at the immense expanse of water you involuntarily think of return. Where to? What for? Who for? The struggle with your self is greater than the struggle with the elements.The sea always keeps a particle of ourself to itself as it overtakes us with the unavoidable marine solitude.

The feeling of solitude coded and imprisoned Between the Shores, while walking on the deck of the ferry, to the captain’s bridge, to cabins, to the caboose, the hold and often going ashore at seaports. And the sea is inseparable from that solitude, the synthesis of the symbols of life and death.

The fair wind depends on where you are and where you are going…

Whatever it takes let the wind be fair!