Most coastlines are one thing: sand, then sea. The far north is two at once. The rainforest doesn't stop at the beach; it runs down until its roots reach the water, and the reef begins where the trees end. A threshold. A place that refuses to choose.

This collection lives on that line. One half opens outward like the reef: radial, reaching, worn close to the skin. The other grows inward like the forest: branch-like, rooted, quiet. Two natures, held in the same hand.