Horizon : a typology
Consistently, I walk where I can contemplate the horizon. Consistently, I focus on a distant, theoretical line where Earth and Sky meet. Consistently the illusion of a dividing line is inconsistent, depending on atmospheric conditions. Juxtaposing these horizons amplifies the inconsistencies of colour, texture, and visibility. Considering the uncontrollable inconsistencies of a place where I encounter the furthest point my eye can see, my camera shows me what encounters me. Each encounter is an ironic challenge to compress spaciousness and infinity into two dimensions, transformed into a continuum.