Christine au blockhaus 2017

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…

Arbres sur l’Herbe. 2017


Arbres sur l’Herbe. 2017. J.Harms. Acylic on papier. 29x39cm.

L’Herbe is a small village of the Cap Ferret practically on the sea. My friend and I stopped by this tiny fishermen’s dwelling while driving back to Andernos. Makeshift houses, all painted various colours, create a very picturesque scenery. The sandy pathways around the little homes were pretty desert, except for a couple well fed dogs probably waiting for their owners to come back from their fishing.

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