Monthly Archives: Mar 2016


the layers are strong on one side. geological eras, shaped by the wind that accelerates time.

to keep on digging is to destroy them. one shove and they are gone. it’s a violent gesture of erasure. I can’t believe I have to brake them and only hope that next week there are going to be new ones.

the wind is so strong today that i can’t even breath. I can’t stay long, sand is coming inside my nose, mouth, eyes. I am probably destroying my camera as well.

if the wind goes on this hard, the hole will be completely covered again. I thought this was over!

i left my tripod in sight. mistake: a couple came to ask me what I was doing and I could sense their question was conditioned by that detail. “ah, and you take pictures after?” as if that would justify anything, give a reasonScreen Shot 2016-03-20 at 19.27.19.


the hole with me / without me

This is a picture taken from the observation tower. I am there. Next to me is my bagpack, where I carry extra clothes and tea.

In the other picture, taken an hour later, I am not there. There is only the hole. The tide might have risen, or maybe it’s just a wave.

This artificial beach consists of 21.5 billion cubic meters of sand brought from the bottom of the sea, 10 kilometers offshore.

Argus was the one hundred eyes god, who could see everything at any time.

He was killed by Hermes, the messenger god, the agile means of meaning.

A hole is a matter of definition.



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an appearance: voskamp came out of the nothing, from the sea side, led by his two dogs. he scared me. he told me he still doesn’t understand what I am doing. I said don’t worry.

i was hurried, had to check the phone for the time. this is NOT the way.


Walking Blindfolded

The sea as a reference.

When you ask a person to walk blindfolded from one point to an other, that person probably will never get to the destination. It’s scientifically proved that we tend to wonder in circles.  When humans are lost in a forest or a desert we can not travel straight, put a blindfold on someone, ask that person to walk on a straight line, that person will show the same tendency.

In this experience I proposed, I asked the people to steer themselves towards the sea. The beach on this spot is a wild free space without any obstacles, which allows the walker to ambulate as freely as they want.

By listening to the sound of the waves and feeling the direction of the wind, they had much more informations to reach their goal, which made the journey possible.

We had two groups of people during the walk experience.

One group was composed by eight blindfolded people and one another by eight speakers.

Each person had some instruction to follow.

First the blindfolded people were asked to lie on their back in the middle of the seashore with a sleeping mask on their eyes.

After 5 min, a speaker came to ask them to stand up.

The speaker was not allow to touch the blindfolded person neither guide him. He had for instruction to describe what he was seeing. Share his view of the colors, the sensations of the wind, the waves, the sand, the brightness of the sun, little details he would notice,…

Everybody reached the water, the speakers following the blindfolded people.

During the debriefing after the blindfolded walk, everybody talked about the different experiences they had.

Before to propose this experience, I had myself a blindfolded walk from the bus stop till the sea. I had a sleeping mask on my eyes but somebody was guiding me. I was describing my sensations and feelings during the walk.



friday 11 march

i understand the need to date events. I don’t want to, but it seems that i must.


i read: shelter or monumentality?



i dreamt i opened the window and a warm breeze would come in. i woke up and i opened the window. no, still cold. but the days are becoming longer and brighter, there are flowers everywhere, it’s less cold. i slept so well last night, i’m ready.

back to biking. the ritual is complete again. spring is coming.


a woman came to ask me if i was digging my grave. i laughed. reminded me of this:navokov (navokov)

old seabed?


following saturday:

strange day- absolutely noone around, even though it was a beautiful sunny cold day. i only came across voskamp on the way there.

the weather is starting to get better, not so many storms, so the hole was not so damaged. therefore, i could make some progress, i dug a lot, i went deeper than ever, right avobe my head. and there came a big surprise: i reached a different layer of sand. i thought it was going to be the same forever, just nothing and nothing. i was actually comfortable with that. but there you go, something new came up. harder sand, full of shells. my spade made a very beautiful noise every time it hit it.

i wonder, is it the old seabed?

and if so, is it possible that i just happened to choose that spot of the beach to dig, exactly where the seabed matches my height?