The rhythm of the waves carries the silent weight of the nets..
Water, like a mirror, holds traces of the past; yet every moment, it opens to a new story. As the fish dances with the nets, it doesn’t merely try to escape; it imprints its existence onto the water, leaving a mark.
Each knot is a hope, each void a disappointment. The hands that pull the nets seek not just a catch, but also a story. The fish’s mark is etched into the heart of the water; like the eternity of a fleeting moment.
When a person casts their nets into the water, they leave their own trace as well. Nets and waves are the memory of an encounter: the fish’s mark, the human’s question.
And the question remains the same: freedom or the catch?
