The Ocean Feel is my very platform, outside the restrictions and the likes of common surroundings. All for a personal expression of a universal existence. An ocean of sounds of a brain coming ashore, catching the eternal moment before being washed away by the noise.
Although looked down by a master of psychology (Sigmund Freud), the ocean feeling has been recognized by his letter correspondent (Romain Rolland) as a process of dissolution and limitless expansion: " the absolute catharsis" as he named it. These cherished and lucky, if reoccurring, moments of peace that transcends all understanding.
The Ocean Feel is my attempt of expression, deriving from my inspirational moments. While being in this world.
L’ homme et la mer
Homme libre , toujours tu chériras la mer !
La mer est ton miroir ; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n’est pas un gouffre moins amer .
Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image ;
Tu l’embrasses des yeux et des bras , et ton coeur
Se distrait quelque fois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage .
Vous êtes tous les deux ténébreux et discrets :
Homme , nul n’a sondé le fond de tes abîmes ,
O mer , nul ne connaît tes richesses intimes ,
Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets !
Et cependant voilà des siècles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitié ni remord ,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort ,
O lutteurs éternels , ô frères implacables !
Charles Baudelaire
Man and the Sea
Free man, you’ll always love the sea — for this,
That it’s a mirror, where you see your soul
In its eternal waves that chafe and roll;
Nor is your soul less bitter an abyss.
in your reflected image there to merge,
You love to dive, its eyes and limbs to match.
Sometimes your heart forgets its own, to catch
The rhythm of that wild and tameless dirge.
The two of you are shadowy, deep, and wide.
Man! None has ever plummeted your floor —
Sea! None has ever known what wealth you store —
Both are so jealous of the things you hide!
Yet age on age is ended, or begins,
While you without remorse or pity fight.
So much in death and carnage you delight,
Eternal wrestlers! Unrelenting twins!
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
Since I can remember, my soul has been conquered from the endless blue. Always drawn to it.
Without ever satiating. The endless blue of an archipelagos which at times rests in me or at other times raises high waves braking the dams I put to tame it.
As a kid I was gathering all me breaths, taking the biggest one, blew my lungs wide open with courage and dove in. “To live inside it” I was saying. I was touching bottom, holding myself from the rocks, the corals and all the seaweed around. I was pressing my fingers deep in its soul. Taming it, making it mine. Even if I knew that in this war I will lose. Its internal beauty could not fit a human one. I was rushing for the surface when my eyes could not accept it.
The freedom of the blue was not making any exceptions.
I was being left with this space inside me that only an ocean could fill. The wild beast of my anxiety, strolling around me restless, could not come to terms with it. No matter from where I was catching it, it was escaping. My eyes can only add volume to its body. Slipping through my fingers with such a mastery and never caught by surprise, it was allowing me to play its game of the waves, introducing my own melody to its music
I was reaching the shore exhausted. Caressing it to tame it, I was sitting at its rocks eavesdropping its waves incase they spilled me its secrets. . On the rocks, its valiance was looking me in the eye. Yet, boundless it was always revealing itself in front of me. In peace, rhythmic and pure.
The blue taught me early on that it cannot belong to me. It disarmed my possessiveness.
We were always one. That what you really love, is not there to belong to you. These moments in this universal lagoon, a unity was unfolding. Here everything becomes one for eternity and before that.
A big smile, a warm embrace.The whole essence in the eternal moment.