I Am the Sea

Since childhood, the sea has been a symbolic environment for me — a space of psychological certainty and support. To this day, swimming across its expanse becomes more than a physical act; it is a movement inward, a way to reassemble myself and return to what feels essential. In the water, I shed all my roles: not a daughter, not a mother, not a wife, not an artist. I am simply myself. There is neither time nor space, only presence.

The sea occupies the same terrain as my dreams and early memories — irrational, but never hostile. It collaborates. Somewhere between sensation and myth, the sea becomes a passage to the unconscious — a place where form dissolves and the mind lets go. I don’t seek to describe it, only to move with it. What emerges is personal, intuitive, and sometimes fragmentary. These images speak in the logic of water — fluid, shape-shifting, ungraspable.