North Sea
Pour dernier terrain vague. 2019/20
As a child I lived with my family in Scheveningen close to the North Sea. From our home, you only had to cross the street, cut through the sand dunes and walk the Black Path to get to the beach. One day, a tower appeared in the dunes, close to the path. Nobody knew why it was there, or what the tower was for. However unintentional, it became an orientation point in these shifting dunes. The memory of walking the lonely path through the dunes, always accompanied by a blustering salty wind, merges with the recent loss of my sister and the scattering of her ashes out there.