These macro compositions reveal complex designs, perfect stories you have to pause on to see. They live in the sand for a moment, then the tide rewrites everything. Meaning is never fixed. Nothing can be possessed, or it dies. But so much can be created through the quiet alchemy beneath our feet. Once oversized in these photographic panels, the smallest grains become a stage where water, wind, and time draw, erase, and draw again. Highly abstract, these images speak like distant forests and bloodstreams, like deep interconnectedness made visible. Soul, rivers, roots, wings, even human gestures. Nature uses a kind of drawing language to express higher thoughts, with no explanation, just a hint or a thought left behind for us to inhale. They remain fluid to the eye, the mind, the spirit, offering space for reflection with no need to resolve anything. Like a song, they fill you for an instant, then vanish, yet something stays in you for a long time. This body of work invites a metaphoric reading of the natural world, and of ourselves, in the same tide.