The Weight of Motion

There is a stillness that precedes the breaking of a surface. We spend our lives trying to leave a mark, a ripple, a sign that we were here, moving through the medium of our own days. We push against the resistance of the air, the weight of the water, the drag of time itself. It is a violent act, this desire to be seen in motion. Yet, the water always returns to its level. The spray settles. The air closes the wound we made in it. We are left with the memory of the force, but the force has already moved on, seeking another place to disturb the quiet. We are only ever passing through, leaving behind a brief turbulence that the world does not bother to remember. Does the water feel the shape of the hand that strikes it, or is it simply indifferent to the speed of our passing?

Sanjiban Ghosh has captured this fleeting tension in the image titled Creating Waves. It is a study of how we disrupt the silence. How do you choose to leave your mark?