Smell the sea breeze, some salty, but also sweet, occasionally a gull from the beach swept up, fishing boats in twos and threes into the Bay mouth. Facing the sea, I became the purest self, because it accepted all my emotions, hysteria or madness. I love to go to the seaside, a person, a row of footprints, a kind of happiness. They are all one person in the camera, just like me.