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October 2023

- Favourite Place -

Some places act like magnets, they simply cast a spell. They are paths in a park, trails in the forest, streets in the city, routes that I always like to take by car. Or a certain high vantage point at the edge of a field, a window seat in a café. And when I return to a place somewhere in the world, it is, above all, in order to feel its uniqueness, once again or over and over. In the south of Portugal, near the village of Carrapateira, there is a beach where I once camped alone in the dunes for a while many years ago. To this day, its unspoiltness and seclusion have been preserved and when I am there, I like to lie down in the sand as I did back then and doze off for a while into the day. Once, on the way from Faro airport to my second home in Odeceixe, I spontaneously decided to turn off the main road onto the familiar long bumpy sandy track. I left the car in the deserted car park at the end of the road, took my painting materials and walked along the beach to 'my' dune. Not a soul in sight. I was all alone and felt like I did the first time, back when I thought people just hadn't discovered this wonderful beach yet. Because there was no hotel anywhere and not even a beach bar. Wonderful! What was I going to paint? I walked down to the sea, where a completely new and very special view opened to me behind the steep rock face. It was very low tide and bizarrely, small and large rocks jutted out everywhere from the sandbank, which resembled a large, long and tapering ship's hull. Wonderful, that was my motif. I leaned back against the rock face – and because I was really tired from the flight and the long car journey, I simply fell asleep standing there. Improbable but true. My nap lasted not only for a short time, but for quite a long period, because when I woke up again, the sun was already low, and wanting to paint the picture seemed rather risky to me at this point. But why not? I could work with a thick brush and lots of water. Since the paper format was large, the surface needed a lot of paint, and each blot and stroke required a certain amount of time. Wasn't the tide already coming in? “Right, remain calm,” I said to myself. The sun was almost touching the horizon when I finally finished the painting. Everything was clammy, my fingers cold. I was freezing because I was only wearing a swimming costume. As I had feared, the streches of sand I was sitting on was already washed over at the edge, but fortunately it was not too late to pass the way to the beach. The water reached almost to my waist, the sand under my feet was soft and gave way, the current was pulling. I held the painting materials above my head and carefully put step after step. I made it. Just barely. Now I quickly gathered my clothes in the dunes and spurred myself to get back to the car and then to my second home as quickly as possible. Sure enough, my friend Fernanda was already waiting for me. And I was hungry too.

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