Armed with spears and shields of giant scallop shells, two children prepared to make their way down to the beach. Bark from an old murure tree smoldered in a granite bowl, leftover from the night before. The smoke of the cracking wood stung their eyes. They started off treading through the tangled grass dunes. When they were close enough to the break, they stopped and crouched behind a hill of sand with a view to the horizon.
“Look, it’s there,” said the girl to her brother, her voice barely audible over the sound of the ocean.
Two nights before, a storm had violently shaken the island. On the beach lay mangled branches and twisted clumps of sopping seaweed. Among the wreckage, they could make out the shape of a small serpent settled into the sand. It was no longer than a forearm, and covered in matte black and emerald feathers. The children inched cautiously closer. As the creature opened its sleepy eyes, the sky turned black.
Curated by Christina Gigliotti

Parter is operated by Polansky Gallery

Courtesy of the artist and PARTER
Photocredit Martin Polák