In Dovrefjell, Norway, I spent nine hours making my way through wind and snow at –16°C. Perseverance paid off: a musk ox appeared with her calves where a grey slope dissolved into the horizon.
Sometimes seeing differently is almost literal. When I found a cockchafer resting on a branch, I held a few blades of grass upside down above it and later rotated the final image. A small encounter became a play of scale and perspective. Nothing had changed except my point of view.
My work moves between high-key and low-key, wide landscapes and the smallest natural details. The constant is my search for structure in apparent chaos, for the point where rhythm, emptiness, light and form begin to carry emotion.



