Silent Cat


photo and text: Charlotte ‘t Hart

Whilst sand drawings were made and gps data gathered at the sea, there was something else happening…
In a house, in the neighborhood of the sea heroes in the Hague, strange recordings were made.
While the black cat was sleeping, careful to make no sound, sentences were being formulated and reformulated.
Stories of the sea were told and listened to. The sounds of the voices telling them were praised and hated.
There was tea with honey.
From time to time there was a horn of a ship.
As fishes lie upon the beach when they have been poured out from the nets upon the sand, so lay the multitude of wooers.
Need I say more?


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