The Earth does not call — it remembers. > This is not landscape. Not nature observed from afar. These images are not taken from a viewpoint, but from participation. The forest is not scenery — it is flesh. The light does not direct — it returns perception to itself. Here, the human figure does not dominate the landscape, but dissolves into it — sometimes as echo, sometimes as shadow, sometimes as light itself. Gaia does not summon. She is already here. The only question is: when do we arrive?
"You who enter, abandon all hope!"
Into the Rabbit Hole
Kaleidoscopic Time
The Call of Gaia
