Waves roll in and out across an empty beach repeatedly. One by one, people appear along the shore, each revealing their own story before quietly departing. In the end, only the waves remain, endlessly returning to the sand.
Drawn in stark black-and-white lines, they move with a rhythmic precision, like clockwork gears turning in sync, their eyes never meeting. This mechanical rhythm gradually unfolds into something meditative — a serene, almost transcendent cycle. The steady movement toward the sea, paired with the sound of crashing waves, evokes a profound awareness of time’s relentless flow. (KANG Byunghwa)