ALMOST DROWNED BECAUSE OF MY ART from the series "Virtual Worlds a diary"
These works fix my memory of an event on a mysterious uninhabited island: Raguénez in (Finistère, Brittany). Twice a day, the connection to the mainland is flooded by tides. If you don't pay attention to the time, you can certainly be stuck for 6 hours by nightfall and have to spend the night in the open.
On a sunny afternoon day, I decided to visit the island to collect stones and shells for my art. I carefully select them by pattern, colour and shape because it should be able to form a collection: all round, oval, white or sandy. Because the island is a rocky hill, you can discover beautiful stones that have been washed, polished and turned white by the sea and the sun. A deep gully between the sandy rocks was the entrance to an extremely quiet world overlooking the wide ocean, but not the headland.
Totally focused on my collection, I pleasantly forgot about time and relied on a young couple behind my back, sitting on a rock and admiring the sea. I assumed they would leave the island immediately when the water started its flooding manoeuvre to reach the entrance and return to the mainland in time, over sharp rocks and sand hills, nearly 800m. But even if I am not so conscious of time, focused on my work, I had the strange feeling that the hours were too long to be normal. I started packing my treasures in plastic bags and hurriedly returned to the entrance where I wanted to leave. Alas, too late! Much of the hills had disappeared and water was rushing in from two sides at lightning speed. The rocky outcrops looked strange with unrecognizable protrusions above the water. I had to decide quickly. With my bags in the air, I rushed through the Jordan River like John the Baptist, a reckless decision I heard later.
I had no choice. At home, no one knew where I was, so I didn't like staying there for hours at night. So I had to cross the sea as if it were possible. It was a difficult splash with sharp rock needles underwater and a heavy load in each hand. The way back was not as recognizable as I hoped and only with great difficulty did I reach the beach, where I sank down and stood for a while: exhausted. After recovering, I started my walk back home.
Nobody missed me; they didn't even realize I had ventured out. You could have drowned was the comment.
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