Christine au blockhaus. 2017. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 50x40cm
That day in February, I walked along the large sandy beach of the Cap-Ferret, where WWII bunkers sit in the sand, awkwardly. The Atlantic Wall is falling over, and the gluttonous sea is slowly eating it up. To me these bunkers are an other metaphor of time. I found them impressive on sight, almost dignified and at the same time weak. the coats of bold tags and graffitis making them almost welcoming. Oh the irony…
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