St Barth Sculpters, musicians, video artists, painters, performers or writers |
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18/12/2010 - 11/01/2011 |
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December 19, 2010
I have arrived but the island has not yet been revealed. It’s night but the moon shows me an outline of the beach below. Voluptuous and jagged Curves that zigzag like ornaments on a tree. The lady next to me on the boat here was praying hard, her lips quick kisses to her god, whispers I could hear but in a language I could not understand.
‘You cannot escape yourself ‘ is what I think she said. I am curious by how I will possibly sit alone with myself for these weeks, and yet at the same time realizing that is exactly why I came here.
I packed paintbrushes, pencils, drawings of song lyrics, a finished drawing that I want to make into a painting, raw canvas and paper.
At first the water is cold, but I let it reach every part of me. I can see under here. It’s hard to close my eyes on the beach. I want to look at everything and memorize it. I feel I’ve seen this view in some French film. What book is it that so perfectly described that abandoned blue and red sailboat over there?
What the moon teased me with on the night of my arrival is illuminated today. Every beach is unique and every stripe of water is a different shade of blue. I want to film a mime on the beach. I want my hands to be heavy with sand stuck to paint.
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Dusty White
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