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June 2020

-  On the West beach  -

I still remember my first day on the West Beach. My goodness, how I worried on the way there, because I had no bathing suit with me. Oh, absolutely not a problem, I soon noticed, as almost all Baltic Sea fans were naked, only a few wore bathing suits. The West Beach is especially wide, everywhere there are fortresses made of sand for protection from the wind. The children and adults were either in a restful mode or busy extending their sand fortresses. I waded through the water in a good mood. Surely, I would dive in soon, like so many others. But for now, I just kept walking, climbing over fallen, uprooted tree trunks and sand piles and admiring the driftwood fortresses. They became more and more impressive the further I moved to the 'wilder' part of the beach. I was sure that these fortresses were not built for a day, but for a whole summer. Just like the one that was particularly artistically designed from driftwood logs and planks. It was a little further away from the sea, but it caught my eye immediately: small oil paintings were lined up on a long rope. The artist, a white-haired, tanned man sat relaxed in front of his fortress and smiled friendly to me. Sure, I wanted to take a closer look at his work. He painted the sea, the clouds, the beach and the wind dodgers, those expressive trees that the Baltic Sea wind had formed. Sometimes on a nice, friendly day, sometimes on a gloomy day or in a storm. One picture that I liked immediately showed a group of trees with rather high pines, their crowns bent almost horizontally away from the sea. "Where are these trees?" I asked with interest. "Until last year they were still up front where you have just passed. A winter storm destroyed them. Many of the trees I have painted no longer exist." And then he told me that he has been spending the summer months here on the West Beach for 30 years and has experienced how the sea constantly gnaws at the coast. How his most beautiful subjects just disappear. No, he told me that he doesn't need much here. A gas cooker, water and some food, a warm sleeping bag and a waterproof tent in case of emergency. From time to time he also goes shopping, he has a bicycle back there under the trees. He earns the money for living with his paintings. And he never gets bored, quite the contrary. I was honestly impressed by him, but also by the West Beach itself. Living and painting on this beach – how exciting and brave it was.

That day I bought the painting with the group of trees from him and painted wind dodgers and also the implied silhouette of a boat, made of driftwood in the sand. Every summer, when I am on the Darß, I visit the West Beach, which is one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Then I walk along the miles of hurdles and I am always relieved that 'my' wind dodgers still exist. But there is no trace of the impressive painter. I hope he has found a new, even more magical place for himself.

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