This series was taken in Greenland last September on the ice cap.
What interests me in the first place is the relationship between the character, and the immensity of this deserted landscape, his solitude inside this gigantic surrounding. This man that walks alone in the middle of the ice cap is just a tiny silhouette. It almost looks like a photoshop trickery or a drawing.
Also the further the man walks into the ice cap the less his surrounding looks like an actual landscape.
Right from the first picture most of the colors seems to have been taken out of the image. The further he gets into the ice cap the more we loose touch with reality. The landmarks of the rocks and mountain disappear to leave room to the purity of the shapes, to the line between the ice and the sky. He goes so far that you don’t know where you are anymore. It seems almost abstract and unreal, maybe fake as if it was a drawing instead of the photography of an actual landscape.
It gets to the point when even the lines disappear and this tiny silhouette is left alone; surrounded only by the white ice.
