I have always loved the high mountains where one breathes in rarefied air, where I find that my thoughts appear terse, in a calm, meditative state. On this occasion I captured images that appeared to me in the silence, in a meditative context where emptiness dominated my state.
Amidst the whistling of the wind, drawings and marks appeared to me on the frozen snow and even the distances played between the too close and the infinite.
The second part of this work took place in the darkroom where I excitedly applied the developing and printing recipes/ formulas of the great photographer Ralph Gipson.
He in fact called these fine art prints 'Tropism'. He wanted to achieve a visual event with the disseminators of time and space. For me, my spiritual quest began between the peaks and the darkroom.
It was the time of rigour in pure photography.
