This journey wasn't about escaping myself,
But about confronting my reflection in the stark beauty of these landscapes.
Since my own world turned to ash,
Each photograph became a step to healing, a testament to the transformative power of vulnerability and acceptance.

Not an escape, but a facing of the truth.

Meaning and essence weren't hidden behind things, they were right there inside everything.

Amidst this desolation, I found a strange sense of peace.
The world is not imperfect and does not go through a long, leisurely path to perfection, it is perfect in every moment.

These words reveal truths I've unearthed.
Memories will resurface, like ancient eruptions carving new paths.

I remember everything.
The heat of the desert,
The silence of Solar de Uyuni,
The raw beauty of sleeping volcanoes,
The whispers of the past in the salt-laden wind.

I see myself in images that don't contain any person.

My landscapes are not mere depictions of the external world, but rather expressions of the internal landscape of being.
This is no mere travelogue; it's a pilgrimage to the depths of existence.

These pictures, printed in large formats, remind windows that reflect revelations from an unknown world.

But when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you

I remember being lost, and in that loss, finding myself anew.
My heart, once dormant like a volcano, awakens.

Are you closer now, or farther away?
I yearn for the serenity found in the heart of volcanic landscapes.

Like molten rock cooling into stone,
I too will find my true form

Always hyper-powerful, but always bringing peace.
My personal objects for meditation
Naked Landscapes