Between the lines
The beach is a huge playground and a place to rest for tourists and urbanites who miss the sun, tan skin and idleness. This is also a space that draws the limits between the aquatic world and the land, “natural” and formed, urban. This is an eminently alive place, changing according to the tides, streams and storms. During the long tides some beaches discover themselves more than others, leaving a vast plain space where we strangely feel as small as alive. Then appears the futile and ephemeral opportunity to use this space like a notebook page and to write on it a few seconds of our thoughts, a few hours of our life. A rake will replace the pencil, a several hundred meters walk will imitate a fast movement of the hand and a simple circle will take a renewed magnitude. Being able to catch this free, ephemeral moment is probably as important as the action itself. Looking up from our magazine and contemplating the useless is a way to give life to the instant, to let the emotion speak before the thought, as fast as it may be. For instance, to see a rabbit before a cloud is being able to read between the lines, to find beauty and poetry where it can also hide. This way, isn’t the beauty more intense?
April 6th – May 6th 2012
Jardin des Remparts, Vannes
