My house lives in my heart. It's mobile, compact and whenever it feels right,
she will beat with compassion. Nature is my backyard and playground. She contains mountains, seas and forests. When we are lockup in between four walls, it is harder to carry my heart.
She becomes a heavy pressure on my chest. Sometimes she screams so hard and says: let me go, let me go! As soon as I step back into nature, she opens. Unfolding. Giving and receiving. Everyone is welcome in my home and in my heart.
I – S E A Y O U
Photography & Poetry inspired by and dedicated to sea