AoAoAo. The horizon line beyond, sky above, earth below (on). Standing in place, continuing in one place forever on firm ground made of small pieces. Rocks, too. A garden of bits creates a whole, a replication of the sea, a hill in the middle rising. I look out towards the line in space that extends to the sky and diverges with the land.
The photograph is the record, but it is also the way. A cave, its inversion.
As above, so below. Etc.
This body of work reflects various elements of a personal archive, re-examined. The splicing of time that photography allows for makes way for thematic flexibility - a restructuring of visual elements and history that establishes new paths. I wanted to reconstruct a line in order to see something new and make other things invisible.
in the west are a plenty of-bears-.