Frangent is the photographic logbook of an Atlantic Ocean crossing on a catamaran, which started in the seas of Martica Island and ended in the sea of Trinitè sur le Mer (France) in April 2018. An ongoing photographic project without deadline and geographical limits, searching for multiple meanings of Ocean in the condition of the human being and in the depths of nature.

Ocèan (poet. oceàno) s. m. [from lat. Oceănus, gr. ̓Ωκεανός, name of the god Ocean, son of Uranus (the sky) and Gaea (the earth), originally considered in the Greek world as a river surrounding the earth].  – 1. a. The great mass of sea water which surrounds in a single and continuous complex the landmasses, comprising about 70 per cent of the earth’s surface, and in which are distinguished large collections, bounded by continents, called themselves oceans (o. Atlantic, Pacific, etc.) and smaller collections, dependent on them, called seas, gulfs, etc. (Mediterranean Sea, Baltic Sea, Bay of Bengal, etc.): the surface of the o.; the fauna, the flora of the o.; to navigate in the middle of the o., at a great distance from the coasts; followed by a geographic adj., constitutes the denomination of each of the parts that form this expanse: Atlantic ocean, Pacific ocean, Indian ocean (see the individual adj.); absol, the Atlantic Ocean: to cross, cross, cross the o.; on this side, on the other side of the ocean, respectively, on the European continent and in the United States of America, with reference to the well-known contrast between the old and new worlds. 2. In a hyperb. and fig. sense, great quantity, considerable abundance: an o. of numbers, of words, of tears; to be like a drop in the o., to be less than nothing, to have no relevance. Frequent in emphatic or admiring expressions in the literary and poetical tradition to signify the concept of immensity, extension, or multiplicity without limits: the o. of life, of existence; the o. of human feelings. of human feelings; But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy. (Melville).