This photographic series is intended as a challenge to a certain Western tradition that seeks to glorify clarity, precision, distinctness, and stability.

It must be acknowledged that clarity is won over obscurity, distinction over confusion, and stability over movement. In this sense, mist teaches us the beauty of the indistinct, the wisdom of uncertainty, and invites us to embrace blur as an opportunity to see differently.

These images illustrate my aesthetic and metaphysical fascination with the beauty of this ambiguous substance that oscillates between continuity and interruption, between metamorphosis and disappearance, between reality and illusion, between indistinctness and vapority, between recognition and dream. Beneath the fog, everything becomes fragile and ephemeral. Sounds are muffled. The eye strains, to better listen to a sensory world, rustling with multiple truths. The cloud creates a visible silence that contributes to the strangeness of a new, hushed, intimate, confidential world. “Fogs, [...] build a great silent ceiling!” Mallarmé tells us in L’Azur. The mist does not simply veil the existing landscape; it creates a new one. This metamorphosis operates on several levels, transforming our perception of space, light, time, and matter.

The mist is like clothing; it veils and unveils the earth. It clothes the valleys, undresses the mountains. It is soft, protective: a plush cocoon.

The mist gives form and substance to a question, a shock, a doubt, a call for clarity. It thus creates a mental as well as a physical landscape: a space for projection where imagination and reality merge.

By isolating, masking, stifling too much, the mist can end up absorbing, generating an archaic fear, evoking the passage toward death. It is the metaphor of burial.

The mist veils the light, alters our perception of things, momentarily suspends what should be seen differently, and delays the interpretation of phenomena that are too striking or overwhelming.

The mist suspends time and opens us to a longer perspective.

The mist alters the very substance of the world.

Obviously, for this series I chose black and white, or rather black emerging from white, out of respect both for the purity of the vaporous lights and for the depth of the blacks that pierce these clouds.