Friday 15 March 2013


2013-03-15 10.09.41

This was a cheapy find in the charity shops that caught my eye.  It’s one of those tourist souvenirs you pick up while on holidays, a handful of sand in a bottle.  But the sand inside reminded me of the sort laid down at places like The Entrance or Wingdang.  Looking at it I can smell the briny mud and see the huge orange dunes rising up over the camp ground.  We spent a lot of time at such places as children and they’ve left their mark

Also I makes it think of stories, of mysterious substances in unlabeled bottles.  Gjinn or other fabulous creatures trapped inside mundane prisons.

I couldn’t resist this bottle of dark sand as it lead me to all sort of possibilities.  Maybe not a prison but a freedom is found inside that bottle.


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