Juul Hondius dreams an estuary
The small coastal village Pereque near Santos, in Brasil. A river full of life flows along the beach into the sea. Sweet water meets the salt. The smell of rotten fish and algea.
Estuary zones with tidal rythms have always been my place to be. Thousands of bright red sandcrabs take a good look at me. They disappear all at once when I land with my feet on the sand.
The fishermen living in this little paradise struggle because of the competition from the industrial fishing fleets that operate in their regional waters. At night in the bar they wonder out loud if they should make the shift towards piracy.