These photographs are created on the beach, not far from my home where I walked across a little stream, which is coming out of forest and which is going to sea during a low tide. Amazed by the form and shapes little stream created in a sand, I started to photograph them. After some time I noticed forest where that stream is coming from and I thought how it would be nice to think that forest is talking to me, that forest is trying to tell me something, that that is one of the ways that forest is trying to talk to people, or with world itself. Further, I thought how much forest has to say: millions of years of sedimented experiences, so many happenings that started and faded away, passed by or stopped forever, it was all converted in a shapes in a sand and i was given fraction of it to understand. Further I thought how much of it Tasmanian forests are having to say- about loneliness, waiting, desire, death, destruction, dream of return, repentance, cry, greed, love. And even further, I thought, that if I ever wanted to learn a language of the forest, I have to forget who am I, where I'm coming from and learn to be forest.
And on the end, remember: If you want to understand, you must become.