« A man can be himself only so long as he is alone, and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom» Schopenhauer. Beyond the attraction towards those white and almost lunar landscape, this body of work focuses on isolation and emptiness. It’s the diary of a journey in the middle of nowhere: Iceland during winter. What stroke me in the middle of those desert lands is the isolation that comes out of it. The subject is photographed alone as if forgotten. The monotony of the surrounding amplify the feeling of solitude. Those images appear to me as the reflect of an inner landscape.
