Dreamy,
In these images, nature opens itself like a quiet dream.
The surfaces I see appear soft and mysterious at the same time.
Structures dissolve and turn into something that floats between reality and memory.
The boundaries between closeness and distance begin to blur.
A tree trunk becomes a landscape, and a landscape becomes a gesture.
Light draws traces that exist only for a brief moment.
I follow them with the camera as if I were following a drifting thought.
Sometimes a branch appears, sometimes only a shadow.
Everything remains in motion, even when it seems still.
I feel the textures of nature like a gentle touch.
The soft contours remind me of something familiar that I cannot name.
Many layers lie on top of each other, like layers of a dream.
They do not speak loudly; they whisper.
Some images feel clearer, others almost fade away.
Together they form a space in which time passes more slowly.
I do not only see nature; I sense it.
It doesn’t answer, but it is present calm, patient, open.