Sorgue Sunset trees
Between 2017 and 2022 I lived in a beautiful village in the south of France called Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, “Island-on-the-Sorgue”. The old village where my home was, was on a piece of land that was carved out between two parts of the river where the river split and met again.
The Sorgue river is 12 degrees C all year round. It’s crystal clear and so sweet-tasting. The source of the river is a 15 minute drive away at Fontaine de Vaucluse and it took an eternity for researchers to find the source of this ice-cold, crystal clear water.
I had made a habit of swimming in the Sorgue just upstream from the village at the chemin noir, the “black trail” on hot summer days. “Swimming” might not be the word that most accurately represents the plunges I would take while trying to calm my breathing before rapidly exiting my water with a pounding heart.
I would aim to go around French dinner time, 7pm. This way I had the river all to myself while everyone abided by the dinner-time schedule. The plantain trees at the riverside were super tall and they would catch the last rays of sunset as the breeze caught them at the close of day.
Having come out of the icy water, wrapped in my towel I would sit and watch the canopies change colour in the sunset light and listen to the rustling of the leaves. It was my happy place.
This artwork was an attempt at catching a glimmer of that magical moment and the kiss of sunset on the trees.
Between 2017 and 2022 I lived in a beautiful village in the south of France called Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, “Island-on-the-Sorgue”. The old village where my home was, was on a piece of land that was carved out between two parts of the river where the river split and met again.
The Sorgue river is 12 degrees C all year round. It’s crystal clear and so sweet-tasting. The source of the river is a 15 minute drive away at Fontaine de Vaucluse and it took an eternity for researchers to find the source of this ice-cold, crystal clear water.
I had made a habit of swimming in the Sorgue just upstream from the village at the chemin noir, the “black trail” on hot summer days. “Swimming” might not be the word that most accurately represents the plunges I would take while trying to calm my breathing before rapidly exiting my water with a pounding heart.
I would aim to go around French dinner time, 7pm. This way I had the river all to myself while everyone abided by the dinner-time schedule. The plantain trees at the riverside were super tall and they would catch the last rays of sunset as the breeze caught them at the close of day.
Having come out of the icy water, wrapped in my towel I would sit and watch the canopies change colour in the sunset light and listen to the rustling of the leaves. It was my happy place.
This artwork was an attempt at catching a glimmer of that magical moment and the kiss of sunset on the trees.
Between 2017 and 2022 I lived in a beautiful village in the south of France called Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, “Island-on-the-Sorgue”. The old village where my home was, was on a piece of land that was carved out between two parts of the river where the river split and met again.
The Sorgue river is 12 degrees C all year round. It’s crystal clear and so sweet-tasting. The source of the river is a 15 minute drive away at Fontaine de Vaucluse and it took an eternity for researchers to find the source of this ice-cold, crystal clear water.
I had made a habit of swimming in the Sorgue just upstream from the village at the chemin noir, the “black trail” on hot summer days. “Swimming” might not be the word that most accurately represents the plunges I would take while trying to calm my breathing before rapidly exiting my water with a pounding heart.
I would aim to go around French dinner time, 7pm. This way I had the river all to myself while everyone abided by the dinner-time schedule. The plantain trees at the riverside were super tall and they would catch the last rays of sunset as the breeze caught them at the close of day.
Having come out of the icy water, wrapped in my towel I would sit and watch the canopies change colour in the sunset light and listen to the rustling of the leaves. It was my happy place.
This artwork was an attempt at catching a glimmer of that magical moment and the kiss of sunset on the trees.
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