Oil on canvas – 9,45 x 11,81 inch – Unique work

The wind is blowing like mad. I feel so small.

Driving along the Berck beach, I hear the gusts of wind through the windows. The fine sand is projected on the bodywork. It becomes embedded everywhere. Passers-by who pass, well who try, fight against the squalls. The children are snuggled up to their parents. Some refuse to move forward. It’s so amazing, this force of nature.

The flag on the beach is red. No bather hangs out in the big blue. The waves are almost gigantic. How I would like to walk along the foam. How I would like to throw myself into this infinity. And then disappear altogether. But a whole different idea crosses my mind. Suddenly I really want to freeze this moment.

I open the door, my phone in my hand, and walk over to the railing. Well, that was the idea. Instead of this scenario, quite simple, I find myself paralyzed in the middle of the sidewalk. My head is down, my eyes closed and I turn around. The goal is to avoid the sand that gets stuck everywhere: eyes, neck, hands. He’s scathing. I struggle as best I can. The seconds seem like hours. I hold my phone firmly in my right hand. It would not be fair if it fell on the ground, it’s brand new!

I make a first attempt to stand facing the sea, as in the song. For once, I would prefer to be face down on the ground! I lift my right arm while holding the phone firmly and open my eyes … just a few seconds. Impossible ! Time is running out, so I decide to tap the screen at random, three times to be precise. Eyes closed, mouth half open, unfortunately, I rush to the car. The sand rushes into the cabin with me. I’m checking my phone if… Yes, a miracle. One photo and it’s a good one.

Driving along the Berck beach, I hear the gusts of wind through the windows. The fine sand is projected on the bodywork. It becomes embedded everywhere. Passers-by who pass, well who try, fight against the squalls. The children are snuggled up to their parents. Some refuse to move forward. It’s so amazing, this force of nature.

The wind is blowing like mad. I feel so small.