One winter day, I visited a deserted seashore beneath a band of sandstone cliffs. The shore was littered of boulders that had fallen from above. Small currents of seawater flowed gently between them. For no reason, I looked at the moving currents through my camera’s viewfinder. I turned the camera here and there and suddenly, for a fraction of a second, I saw a strange water surface. It looked like chunks of water moving together towards the shore. The chunks gave the impression of a much more viscous substance – like mercury. I watched these shapes and they just kept happening.

It was my first encounter with the “shape” of water. Strange topographies unfolded one after the other: mountains and valleys, cliffs and plains – all emerging and vanishing in the viewfinder. Here they are.