Wish you were here? Kefalonia 2024
Digital postcards from the beach.
Created with Pocket Procreate on an Apple iPhone with a Meko stylus.
At Terminal 5 Heathrow I wish I could stay longer to catch every single chandelier crystal drop in the window display. It could be pure violet, red, bright yellow or turquoise in a moment. But we have a plane to catch.
Kefalonia is baking in 32 degrees. All is blue though the light keeps changing.
We are tasting wine at Orealios Gaea and eating moussaka baked in a clay pot with homemade lemonade. By the waters edge in Fiskardo shoals of fish are slinking in silver camouflage suits to avoid fishing lines.
Our wet swimming costumes are hanging from a hook under the beach umbrella. Everything is dripping.
From high above, a beach incident at Myrtos looks concerning. The bathers collapse into the breaking waves and glisten all over. A woman stands at the waters edge looking for answers in the horizon where the sun is melting into the sea. It is crystal clear.
The thrashing waves make it difficult to make anything out.
I’m making digital postcards, reading about Eric Ravilious in 'Unquiet Landscape' and studying the zig zag dust path in the quickly changing weather pattern across the port. I’m determined enough but in a lazy kind of way.
We make a souvenir of Edward Lear’s lithograph of a view of Argostoli and leave the beach for home. I wish I could stay longer.
