It is our disconnection from the earth that is at the heart of our apathy where our planet is concerned.

The Romantic in me yearns for the 18th century, long before the abvent of the Anthropocene with its socially-driven climate change, toxification and extinctions, with its notion of the ‘sublime’ in nature, that potent sensation inspired by awe and the terror of the unknown; of a journey to the edge. 

I set out to channel a spiritual presence, eschewing the sad and violent traces of humankind and embracing the surreal poetry of Nature’s landscapes and denizens; scenes, traces of a parallel world that present themselves to me as divine revelations, in the hope that they may inspire a rewilding in man; moments millions of tears in the making, which might trigger a rejection of the unstained, sterile symmetry preferred by city-dwellers in favour of the endless organic incarnations of the Earth in all its life-affirming and decomposing wonderment.

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