Semblances proliferate on the seaside. The sea itself takes on numerous metaphors, rippling silk or the embodiment of love’s contradictory forces. Straight lines resolve into curves. The horizon – seen from the bather’s perspective – is forever being hauled to the heights of the surrounding hills, whose crests and troughs are imitated by the wave and finally shattered in radiant foam on the beach. And the sand—what else is it but an exact replication of a pattern the water dreamt of and never repeated. Cloudlines fade into the outline of distant hills, undulating like the curves of basking women. It is the sea’s primal invitation to change and keep changing that the landscape takes and soon turns into mirrors—glistening bodies, scorching blue sky, all sweeping in its undertow.