
Black lines, nature’s brush strokes across the heaving, breathing skin of the earth.

Black lines, nature’s brush strokes across the heaving, breathing skin of the earth.
Between the ocean and the rock a fire burns, fuelled by the bones of the land… All I need.
Stone, sea, sun, wind, undeterminedness; these elements are anchors for your dream and burst with eagerness for your beginning.
- Valeer
Why surf, why art? It’s a compulsion.

Samantha French, artist, Issue 2.
Living fast, eating slow…
Ian Perry Kinsey, the ‘modern fisherman’ from Norway and husband-wife team from Netherlands put small-scale fisheries and the Slow Fish movement in perspective…
Someplace new, someplace wild, walking on the edge and facing east.
Trying out these ‘new shoes’ for size, they’re fitting better than I thought…

A dance at dark will put them to the test…