Reflections: Space & Humans

On my arrival to Little Blue Hut, I engage with the space and the surroundings naturally and freely...there is not bed here and the furniture is kept to the basis, enough to feel oneself uncomfortable. The size automatically reminds me of the space where I live, and I wonder: is this place really a point of departure for artistic exploration of the limitation of space? as it seems to be very much of the same that the space I've already explored. Nevertheless, the views are different, beautiful and the colour of the sea merging with the sky bring some contentment to my persona. I start interacting with the space by organising my own staff and some of the equipment: laptop & painting tools.

On the wall there's a very naive drawing of a child named Frederich...probably made by a previous visitor. My immediate thought is to draw a companion for him...but other thoughts stops me. The second immediate action is to take some photographs from inside and outside the hut…What a peaceful place to be!. The outside scene is very picturesque as one can see the colourful huts standing on 3 rows... The one where I'm staying, called Little Blue Hut is the first hut at the top raw, it's less colourful than others, looks more neglected, but still full of character. 

Anyway, I am here on a mission, a creative one, so I better start by making some sketches and drawings. It's during this drawing process that I am lost on time until the lack of natural light reminds me that it is time to set off...After 7 o'clock it's been difficult to stay still drawing because your body starts noticing the cold, my brain doesn't function work when I'm cold and my body doesn't respond either. The 'falling of the night and the colour changing of the sky' deserves to be contemplated. The scene is very inspiring, it transmits a sense of solitude and peaceful relief, and without noticing I'm invited to stay a bit longer and with it the reflection progress. 

Below a poem I wrote on site    

Little Blue Hut

Little Hut

Blue in colour

Worn and faded

but bright hearted

You face the sea

for all to see

You perceive

The passing souls

The cloudy skies

The silent sound

The walking dogs

and always silent

Like a small giant

You are at front

Facing it all

but you remain silent

Little Blue Hut

Your immobile presence

Captives my being