1996, old pages from Uncle Stan’s scrap book, photos, papers, wire, ink and gouache, approx. 20 x 16 inches.

This piece is made out of my Uncle Stanna’s scrap book. The paper has become stained by light and time. It is also inspired by the beach that I go to during the summer that belonged to my grandparents and then belonged to my uncle and his family.  In the dark night, I go down to the water and listen to the sound of the waves lapping at the shore. The sand is cold shadow, layered with unlit stars until I activate them with my feet and focfourescents, like a million shooting, stars follow in my path. Above me, the sky is pricked by trillions of sparkles. Oil black sea reflects and shimmies moon and star lights in its own rhythm.

We have sold Wingaersheek Beach and now all that is left are my memories, writings, photos and artworks.