Resonances

Time does not flow but accumulates

There are places where time does not flow but accumulates. Places where each generation has left its mark on the rock, the soil, and the wind. RESONANCES is an exploration of this silent dialogue between humans and landscapes, a quest for the echoes that bind us to those who came before us.

The landscapes I have photographed are not mere backdrops. They are witnesses, carriers of memory. Every curve of a field, every standing stone, every gnarled tree tells the story of hands that have plowed, built, and shaped. In this shared terroir, I see the traces of a dialogue between generations—a conversation that spans centuries. Landscapes are not silent: they carry the voices of ancestors and, sometimes, if you listen closely, those of the generations yet to come.

This intimate connection between people and the land is what I sought to make visible in RESONANCES. And it is color that allowed me to capture it. Black and white, with its timeless rigor, would have fixed these landscapes in universal abstraction. But these places are anything but abstract. They resonate with the hues of everyday life: the brown of turned earth, the green of a damp forest, the muted blue of a sky about to break open.

Color here is not decorative; it is organic. It is the sap that flows between generations, between those who have walked this land and those who still live on it. It reveals the texture of the terroir, this shared flesh that unites humans with their landscapes. In these tones, I see the calloused hands of those who planted, the tired gazes of those who harvested, and the quiet strength of those who simply lived.

RESONANCES is an invitation to hear this polyphony—a humble attempt to unveil the invisible thread that binds us to what is beyond us: the memory of places, forgotten gestures, and the soil that, despite everything, continues to sustain us.

These images pay homage not only to the beauty of the landscapes but also to the persistence of the bonds that tie us to them. For in the end, every color, every shadow, every vibration is but an echo of who we are: passengers of the earth, rooted in a time we do not control.