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Katrina del Mar, in her element. (Photo: Sarah Greenwood)

That. Perfect. Moment.

‘…the indescribable high I hope to chase until I die’

By Katrina del Mar

I know addiction.

It’s a force beyond reason, the compulsion is absolute and I am happily enslaved to its demands. I physically labor to serve it until I’m too tired to function. 

I push off onto this surface, which is blue-green and in motion. It’s moving me and every other thought disappears.

When I’m trying to catch up to this moving force, this wave, it makes me pull with all my might like I’m trying to save a baby, like I need it to survive.

When I’m paddling out on a big day, I am sometimes literally swimming with all my might just to save my own life, and every other thought disappears.

For a busy brain this relief, this “no thought, no past, no future” is a rare and priceless gift. And it’s the high I keep coming back for.

My first day surfing seemed so innocuous but it ended with a prophecy. I had been filming a friend, this artist guy with blond dreadlocks who surfed. He got out of the water to rest.

He said, “Do you wanna try it?”

I said, “Yeah!”

I didn’t get a lesson. I don’t think he even told me what to do, apart from helping to attach the leash to my ankle. I grabbed his board and ran into the water. I made a running leap, like I saw him do, like I’ve seen in the movies. I threw myself onto the board and paddled out. I could barely sit on the board, let alone catch a wave, but I made a few reckless attempts. He said, when I came back to the beach all dripping, cold, happy, smiling; he said, “You’re a lifer.”

I thought he was joking. Now I knew he meant it.

That was 8 years ago. 3 or 4 boards ago. Three wetsuits ago.

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The author awaiting ‘the indescribable high’ (photo: Sarah Greenwood)

Dennis is his name. He gave me an old longboard to use, an old faded RonJon with an altered, glassed-in fin.

That first year, I only went out when the waves were big. I was ignorant. I didn’t know it was possible to surf on smaller days. I was stupid, brave, terrified.

The certainty of “I will die, oh my god, I will die, if I don’t pull with all my might” replaced all of my other petty thoughts and concerns and I felt the gorgeous freedom that the present moment, flushed with adrenaline, can bestow.

I was the kook out there trying to stay out of your way. Mostly I was successful. 

I learned how to surf by doing it and by surfing with friends. Saul. Dennis. Jerry. Simon. Jeanine. Each of them taught me the etiquette, the tricks to survive, how to duck dive, turtle roll, when to ditch the board and swim for your life, how not to ditch the board when you wipe out, how to surf without a leash, how to stay out of people’s way, how to claim your wave. How not to be a kook. Simon told me, “You’re not a kook, you’re a beginner.” And the difference, as I understand it, is not only in action (don’t drop in. especially don’t drop in, wipe out and ditch your board.) but in attitude. Humility. Awareness of others. 

Simon told me, “The best surfer out here is the one having the most fun.”

After many, many day trips to Rockaway, evening trips to Long Beach, weekend trips to Montauk, trips up and down my New York City stairs (four flights); after a surf trip to Hawaii, a surf trip to Costa Rica, I’m fitter, stronger, happier and I feel like finally I’m getting it.

Today I surfed Beach 67th in Rockaway. In my opinion, this was New York City surfing at its best: it’s a hot summer day, with cool, clear, blue-green water, (It’s NYC, folks, trust me when I tell you, sometimes the water ain’t all that clear), nice 2-3 foot waves, two good girlfriends. The water felt delicious. I caught a bunch of waves. 

What’s funny is, after each ride, after I’d say to my friend, “Did you see that?” And then I would recount the brief story of the ride. But then I would try to remember the take off. And I’d have a moment of wonder, tilting my head like a dog hearing a queer sound. I realized, just today, that I can’t quite remember taking off on the wave. It seems I have a tiny blackout.

I can remember how it ends but not how it begins.

I figure each takeoff is a precious present moment so fully engorged with life that it must erase future memory. It only can exist at That. Perfect. Moment.

It’s the indescribable high I hope to chase until I die.

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‘I figure each takeoff is a precious present moment so fully engorged with life that it must erase future memory.’ (Photo: Katrina del Mar)

About the Author

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(Photo: Jasmine Hirst)

Katrina del Mar is a New York-based photographer and cinematographer, having directed her debut movie, Gang Girls, in 2000. Entirely shot in Super 8mm, she received a 4 and a half stars (out of 5) rating from Film Threat Magazine. Her work has been compared to Kenneth Anger’s, and she was attributed a fellowship from the New York Foundation for the Arts.

Her 2006 movie, Surf Gang, won the Best Experimental Movie award from the Sundance Film Festival’s PlanetOut Short Movie Awards.

From 2006 to 2008, Katrina del Mar was studio manager for acclaimed artist Nan Goldin, who described Katrina’s work as “radical” and “cutting edge.” Katrina coordinated and aided the development of Goldin’s new version of her “Ballad of sexual dependency” for the Museum of Modern Art of New York.

Her new movie project, Hell on Wheels, Gang Girls Forever, will be released soon.

Her clients include the likes of Sony Music, Island Records, Polygram, London Records, Time Out New York magazine, People Magazine and the New York Post. Her works have been exhibited at the Museum of Contemporary Art of Bordeaux, France, New York gallery Deitch Projects, the American Fine Arts Company, gallery Binz 39 in Switzerland, the Bass Museum of Art in Miami, Performance Space 122 in New York, and at the University of Cardiff, Wales.

In June 2010 Ms. del Mar made her debut in Portugal at Porto’s Gallery Wrong Weather with her “Gangs of New YorK” photography exhibit, curtated by Rui Carvalho de Silva.

Raw Vision’s JP Borum describes Ms. del Mar succinctly as “a photographer, film maker, writer, artist, surfer, and basketball player living in New York's East Village. Anyone who knows her will tell you that her art and her life are indistinguishable. Around her swirls a community of badass downtown women, and to be her friend is to feel drawn into one of her films. She brings the spirit of surfing to the streets.”

For more information, visit Katrina del Mar’s website www.katrinadelmar.com.

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