Liminal spaces — in between land and sea, in between national and cultural identies — are sites for self invented narratives of spiraling and return. I traveled to a landscape known for extreme tides: the coast of the island of Jersey, in the Channel Islands between the England and France. At low tide, the water goes out as much as one mile, leaving an in between space. I built a spiral out of the sea kelp left as traces of the tide on the sand, a spontaneous action that also references Robert Smithson's Spiral Jetty in Salt Lake, Utah: minus the heroic masculine narrative of tractors, construction, and self-destruction for art. Hours later, the sea reclaimed the effort.