56 pages, 30 full colour images.
Text by Laura Gascoigne and Dirk Vonckx
When I was a child I lived with my family in Scheveningen, close to the North Sea.
From our home, you only had to cross the street, cut through the sand dunes and walk the Black Path to get to the beach. One day, a tower appeared in the dunes, close to the path. Nobody knew why it was there, or what the tower was for.
However unintentional, it became an orientation point in these shifting dunes.
I rarely think about my past, nor do I long for it.
Sometimes though, images connected with the North Sea flash through my mind unexpectedly. The memory of walking the lonely path through the dunes, always accompanied by a blustering salty wind, merges with the recent loss of my sister and the scattering of her ashes out there.
During the recent lockdown, I lived in total isolation in my studio. I existed in a limbo of suspended time. In that dreamlike state, the past and the present became indistinguishable, overlapping and receding like..