Wooded mire
13 x 18 cm
Graphite pencil, Fabriano paper
2023
The first time I visited the bog, I was scared to death. The dense fog made me want to turn back, but going back would mean the same amount of energy and fear. I felt alone and constantly on the lookout for movement, sights, animal eyes watching me. It wasn’t right to expect any danger from a place that welcomed me and guided me throughout my way. But still, everything in this world is much bigger than me. And this landscape goes even further out of the frame.
I have no fear till this place exists.
