The weather is getting hard to deal with. It is dark and a rain that will last at least 5 days is coming. I have to go earlier than usual to avoid it.
But the good news is that it wasn’t that windy lately so the hole is there, half covered, but I can see what a big thing it is, specially after last week’s hard work. I didn’t even notice back then, but I really did dig a lot last time. I wonder how many kilos of sand I have lifted so far.
Today I’m extremely tired. I have to say the enthusiasm is not with me. I know why I do this, but I’m not feeling it. I don’t dig too much. Just enough to feel I did my job.
A group of 5 women come to talk to me. Asking the usual: what? why? therapy? exercise? No, just digging a hole. I say this, but I don’t feel like answering. I feel bad because I am reinforcing this “women being bitches to each other”. No smiles from them or me. I am really not in the mood. Sorry world, it’s not my brightest day. One wishes me luck in the end and to that I smile back.
When I walk back, feeling I can barely drag myself out of there, I come across Voskamp. I see him walking towards me with his dogs: they have black round eyes, they seem unreal, like dead angels and beautiful. He says: I missed you! while he takes out his glove to shake my hand (We didn’t meet the last 2 or 3 weeks). Ok, I melted. I literally felt some strength come back to my body. I could walk the last meters better. I like to think that even if we don’t meet, he sees the hole, he knows that I have been there and working. He tells me the weather can only start getting better from now on.
It’s becoming clear that winter is a season for solitude.
Friday, cold, very cold. Absolute solitude in the Zandmotor. Nobody. Nothing.
I worked harder than usual, until I was almost out of my body, lungs growing bigger than my ribcage. Physical and mental expansion towards the infinite space around me.
Last two labs had perfect conditions to test my light installation idea. I want to visualise the wind by lighting up bottles through wind energy.
During the storm, there was almost too much wind. The prototype worked, but the wind also broke it a bit.
Last Monday we arrived at 17.45 and watched the sun go down while trying to build the new shelter Cocky made.
I could test the bottle by night, what was very special, and worked quite good. I tried to film it with my iPhone but that was not a succes, luckily Boris had his big camera with him and would make a better recording for me.
Wind light bottle test from sophie rust on Vimeo.
After those tests we talked, sitting in the shelter, it was really cosy and it felt super special and adventurous. Like an event that only could take place in a movie.
This Sunday my boyfriend came along. Nobody came to talk to us. (I have my ideas about why is that).
It was a very windy day, maybe top 3 of the windy days so far. On the way back, after digging together for some two hours taking turns, he made a remark: it was a rather uneventful day, wasn’t it? Then he asked a question that I couldn’t answer but with laughter: would it be harder to make a hole or a hill here?
I know it’s hard work… but it’s not only about that.
Last night I read a something that hit me:
SIMPLE, PRACTICAL, EMOTIONAL, QUIET, VIGOROUS ART.
It is a statement by Richard Long. It’s nice to find reference points.
8 Februari 2016, code yellow- wind force 8 to 9.
The wind performed beautiful striped sand patterns: live 3D horizontal cinema.
All one needs is sand proof goggles.
8 februari 2016, we went for the first time in the second semester to the Zandmotor. There was a code yellow; wind force 8 and sometimes 9. Never the less, we decided to go.
I prepared a shelter; the pattern looks like a cow skin, we simply attached it to a pole and stacked it with wooden pins in the ground. It was kept up by the bodies inside: it fitted 10 people and a dog. The gathering inside was so noisy, our ears could catch only half of the conversation, but it was worth while: it really great to have a gatherings in sort of impossible circumstances.