No need to travel the world over to witness the spectacle of something as simple as mist rising over the landscape. For me, this special gift from nature is dreamy and peaceful.
But I’ve often wondered why so many people don’t distinguish between mist and fog.
They are clearly different meteorological phenomena, but I think sometimes they are reduced to a shared lack of visibility, uncertainty, deprivation of visual reference points. But where one is dense and heavy, the other is all nuance and subtility, ethereal.
Mist reveals other facets of a landscape. It’s an invitation to not immediately unveil all there is to be seen. Everything is simply suggested. A call to minimalism and harmony, the epitome of the poetry I like to distil in my photos.
Shrouded in vapour, everything is entwined, melds into oneness, indistinguishable. As though the sky and the ground have wrapped their arms around each other in a brief embrace.
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.