being on the line for 800 paces - Book 1

For more than a year, I have been walking the same 800 paces along a concrete promenade, walking the that same littoral edge again and again, observing the rhythms of the sea and its effects against a solid (safe) edge, its unpredictability and its constancy, chaos and order, wetting and drying, flooding and ebbing, what it leaves and what it takes. The walking, the recurrent rhythms of tides and surf, the overpowering and receding, and the recording in words and gestures, is the work