Acua by Maureen Mayne-Nicholls
Captured as part of an immersive research project for a video-dance piece, this photograph explores the fluid relationship between movement and water. Over two months, the photographer and a dancer collaborated across diverse aquatic environments—from swimming pools to rivers and the sea—to embrace a process of pure creative flow. By submerging themselves in these natural and controlled settings, they allowed their imaginations to dictate the visual narrative. The resulting image is award-worthy for its ethereal quality and the raw, intimate connection it portrays between the human form and the transformative power of water, capturing a fleeting moment of artistic synthesis.
Exposure 1/125sec @ f/4.0 | ISO 1600 | Focal Length 105mm
Maureen Mayne-Nicholls
Based in Vina del Mar, Chile, Maureen Mayne-Nicholls is a multidisciplinary artist whose work traverses the diverse landscapes of Latin America, from the northern highlands to the southern reaches of her home country. Her photography is defined by a profound exploration of human intimacy, seeking to document the deep, internal connections individuals maintain with themselves. Through her lens, she captures the representative lines of the human experience, consistently weaving a narrative of vulnerability and emotional depth that serves as the hallmark of her artistic practice.
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Expert Photography Reviews · 5
The Weight of Water
I spent an hour this morning just watching the rain hit the kitchen window. It wasn't a storm, just a steady, rhythmic tapping that made the world outside look like a watercolor painting left out in the drizzle.
Read the reflection →The Shape of Submergence
There is a specific weight to the water that once held my father’s watch. It was a heavy, silver thing that stopped ticking the moment it touched the salt of the Pacific, leaving behind a silence where the rhythmic pulse of the second hand used to be.
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Water isn’t just a medium here; it’s a living, breathing presence. I’ve spent enough hours watching the tide to know when the light has finally surrendered to the fluid. She stood in that cooling, submerged silence, waiting for the dancer to become the current. It’s haunting. Looking at the way the light fractures through the surface, I feel a sudden, sharp ache for the stillness she must have held while the world dissolved around her.
1/125sec at f/4.0, ISO 1600, 105mm. The noise floor at ISO 1600 is aggressive, yet it provides a necessary grit to the water’s texture. At 105mm, the compression is tight, forcing an intimacy that f/4.0 barely manages to hold. I’ve seen enough soft focus to know when it’s a failure, but here, it’s a calculated risk. It’s technically messy, sure, but the motion blur actually works. I’m surprisingly impressed by the restraint shown.
It’s a beautiful study of form, but I find myself looking for the life that should be there. When I’m in the field, I’m waiting for a creature to trust me enough to reveal its true self. Here, the water is a stage, not a habitat. It’s technically fluid, yet it feels entirely staged. I’d trade this polished, human-centric artifice for a single, unposed glimpse of a wild creature simply existing in that same tide.
Submerged in these cerulean depths, one finds a chromatic tension reminiscent of Turner’s late, dissolving seascapes, where the turquoise of shallow tidal water at dusk bleeds into the bruised, melancholic violet of a dying sun. It’s a liquid alchemy that leaves me breathless, as the human form becomes a mere ghost within the shifting, refractive light. I’ve rarely seen such a visceral surrender to the palette, where the water’s weight feels like a velvet shroud against the skin.
The shutter snaps, and the water turns to silk. It’s a freeze-frame of a dance that refuses to end. I’m struck by the way the light fractures against the skin; it’s pure kinetic energy held in suspension. At 1/125th, the blur isn’t a mistake, it’s the rhythm of the tide. The editor would keep this frame forever. It’s not just a shot of a body; it’s the exact moment the dancer becomes the current itself.