Nevertheless, there remains a sublime, sorrowful beauty to these cyan-hued illustrations of decay. Quietened meditations, they cleanse the mind with the absolution of infinite white, allowing one’s thoughts to journey deeply, effortlessly within. Utter nullity offers a welcomed refuge from the maelstrom of thoughts, narratives and visions that often characterise our innermore worlds; spatial dimension disappears beneath the horizonless northern heavens. Time is no more, here, amidst the endless snow-drowned fields, the desolate tundra, the clouds of orphaned floes, and collapsing palisades of aching ice.
Photography. Ester Vonplon
Words. Kingston Trinder