The ocean, without orientation by shore or horizon, is a perennial shape shifter – a thing of constant of flux – living, morphing, never repeating. Without context or bearing, the surface landscape of the sea becomes whatever the moment tells us it is – an abstraction of nature disjunct from its typical frame of reference. Art photographer Bartolomeo Celestino has been revisiting a particular spot on Sydney’s coast with his large-format camera and pointing its lens at the vastness below, day in, day out, for years.