“A scull (group) of Harps seals swimming on their backs is a common sight where I live, but revealing their patterns and movement from an aerial perspective provides an entirely new level of intrigue and appreciation.” Eldred Allen
Contemplation
“My eyes are fixed to the distant point where the mire and the forest meet, I can see the blue silhouette of Oratunturi Fell arching behind them. Crooked birches stand on peat islets running through the mire, I feel the rich smell of the mire in my nose. The sky is wide, and the earth. And the mind.”- Kaija Kiuru
“Caribou ribs separating from the cage is the same sound as tundra cranberries separating from the vine. When you are open to the land, it speaks to you.” says Inuvialuk artist Maureen Gruben, from her hometown of Tuktoyatuk in the Western Arctic.
In this episode of the Infinite Mosaic Galleries, we experience the sharp beauty of flowers and edible plants through the digital vision of German artist Achim Mohné.
Collision of winter cold against geothermal heat
intermingling of rising steam, whirling snow, and clouds
traces of wild creatures hunting for food through the thicket of snow
patterns of vegetation marked by generations
to be the only witness of such unnamed beauties…
Ever since I’ve been here, tending to this wreck of a place,
my anger’s become a mountain. I scale it every day.
Good for the muscles, they say. Poison for the mind. (you)
Need to lie down for a while, rest those bones. Amazing you’re still alive…
PEPA: I stopped farming a long time ago. Hurt my back.
And the fish – I leave them alone now.
SARA: You’ve given up?
PEPA: I don’t give up on nature.
Perhaps nature has given up on me. Like with you…
My family comes from a mountainous region. The seaside never felt particularly appealing nor welcoming to me. But with a new family of my own, I have been coming to this region of Brittany over and over again. Taking pictures of this coast and its people…