I have a confusing relationship with the landscape I live in, I hate it, and yet I love it.
Clinging to the romantic ideal of living somewhere you love, I have searched for places that inspire me, that seem
shrouded with mystery and draw me away from reality.
Empty places with mere fragments of a civilisation, like all of humanity has suddenly vanished.
There’s a narrative to these places that I don’t know and so I make up my own, create an identity for the places that surround me, imagining not that I am somewhere else, but redefining where I am. Building on memories from my childhood, I have created a world that exists in the middle of reality and imagination.
I am present, and yet I am not here.