Beach Head (Scheveningen 2002)Light box, Duratran, sandblasted glass
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Bunkers are bitter, sandcastles sweet. Beaches are playgrounds for innocent feet. Sandcastles crumble, bunkers endure. Beaches were barricades armoured for war. Beaches are places for people to be lulled by the swell of their mother, the sea. Beaches are havens of water and sand, places of play for the innocent hand. |
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text by Tony Mitton |