Lay Like The Folds of A Bright Girdle Furled

Along the bleak facade of permanence that is the Sussex Coastline, following this cliffline of salt spat towns and erosion I set out to interpret and document transient states, to create an ode to the ever changing landscape on the southernmost stretches of England. 

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

- Dover Beach, Mathew Arnold, lines 21-28 (1867).