The competition was about love, or something like that. It was for women photographers. The gallery – which was in Belgrade – posed meaningful questions about whether women subjugate themselves in love.

I had a series of photos that I’d shot on Coney Island beach, of my sister and her husband. I was laying on the sand shooting up at them, while they were telling stories, and so there’s a kind of comic book effect to the series.

I made a paneled piece called “Circadian Dance,” and another called “How Big Were the Waves.” Essentially I was trying to make the point that relationships are a rhythm, and both sides are trying to get their own personal dramas enacted.

I was not one of the winners.