I dreamed these scenes when the dawn rises over misty mountaintops. Peaks surging in the midst of cloudbanks. Trees materialising like sentinels sketched with delicate, minimalist brushstrokes. Rocks fading out for a few seconds, only to resurface more clearly in the swirling plumes of vapour. My surroundings and I are inspired.
The opposite of evanescence, emergence is akin to an awakening, a natural phenomenon becoming visible after being concealed. As though the soul of raw elements is suddenly bursting forth. Forgotten, vanished, they unexpectedly reappear by the grace of a waning mist, a wisp of whimsical light, some visual amnesia that fortunately is only temporary. A poetic hide-and-seek where nothing, ever, is immutable. A mineral phantom who feigns retreat, the better to startle me moments later amidst a constantly changing décor. Like at the theatre. Nature’s theatre.
Elements plunges the viewer into an organic dreamscape that is constantly shifting, producing light and ambiance at times serene, at times dramatic. Where lines and colours in their purest forms take us back to the origins of wonder.