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.
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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).