Saudade

Saudade

Saudade

Saudade

Saudade

A longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. A pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy. There are many interpretations for this Portuguese word, yet, none seem to capture the nuance and depth that is present in the native tongue. My latest series, Saudade, is an exploration of the indefinite and uncapturable. I've long been drawn to the sea. It is permanent, but always changing. Never the same, but always there. The act of seeing the sea is the act of remembering it for what it it was.

A longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. A pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy. There are many interpretations for this Portuguese word, yet, none seem to capture the nuance and depth that is present in the native tongue. My latest series, Saudade, is an exploration of the indefinite and uncapturable. I've long been drawn to the sea. It is permanent, but always changing. Never the same, but always there. The act of seeing the sea is the act of remembering it for what it it was.

A longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. A pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy.
There are many interpretations for the Portugese word, Saudade, yet none seem to capture the nuance and depth that is present in it's native tongue. My latest series, Saudade, is an exploration of the indefinite and uncapturable. I've long been drawn to the sea, yet find irony that it is the most enduring force on Earth, but has no stable form. The act of seeing is an act of remembering it for what it was.

Water & Fog

Water & Fog

Porthole

Porthole

Duende

Duende

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