From the edge to the dark water

It is my very personal and important project focused on the concept of a sad beauty of the empty landscapes I explored on my own. “FROM THE EDGE” is my glorification for the beauty and monumental impressiveness of Tasmanian Mountains. The atmosphere of standing on the edge of a cold, windy peak, staring into the void. Breath-taking distance from my forehead to the line of the horizon. And the silence. “TO THE DARK WATER” is focused on the atmosphere of being in the middle of the great ocean, alone, facing the powers of nature. When all around is only lazy rippling water and flat, foggy hills of the land I’ve never seen before. And the silence.

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