Into the mountains

The trace of a recurring journey along those edges where the sublime still lingers and the artist still fails and dreams of triumph.

To discover a landscape, to encounter nature —it’s no longer possible. Not even in Patagonia or the Andes. Once we step on the crater of a volcano or the moraine of a glacier, we know all too quickly that we’ve already been there: that the world we observe already bears the marks of the human. And yet, despite this destruction, subtle or overt, the place where we could have observed the grandeur and brutality of nature still draws us in. But what are our options in such a place? What kind of records can we make? What kind of representations? What kind of presence can we assume without exacerbating distress? The photographs in this series are the trace of a recurring journey along those edges where the sublime still lingers and the artist still fails and dreams of triumph.