Some of the moments that mean nothing but you cannot forget, the times that the waves cannot wash away. The men and women that never leave your mind, the songs, films, nights and days that are imprinted there forever. We try and pay homage to those moments and decipher them in photo, film or with words.

The photo of this beautiful woman I took whilst walking home after a long night in Greece in 2012 on a old Canon AE-1. She was on the boat next door, she was from South Africa and about to start work, a moment the waves cannot wash away. Kasper the big smiley fellow came to visit us on the farm last February and stayed almost a year. He taught me many things about an axe and chisel but really I learnt about how to live a little more organic. Decisions are never really made in stone, that after each moment of change, we stop feel and think, then decide on what to do next. The photo was taken after a half a day log contest that he ended up winning, he won a paper trophy. The black and white landscape was the church in the refugee camp in Calais and the candle lit one was whilst I was getting a poke and stick tattoo in a polydome during the summer. It says Mar Caribe to remind me of a wildly crossing in the Caribbean Sea. The last photo whilst rowing on a lake in the middle of Ireland a few weeks ago. These moments are the times that the waves cannot wash away, if they mean enough they will stay with us forever and travel through our memory, it becomes our culture. It seems although I wasn’t reared on boats, the sea and its memory is part of my culture now and the waves too.

photo by Matt Smith
photo by Matt Smith
photo by Matt Smith
photo by Matt Smith
photo by Matt Smith