Thierry Feuz
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
For me, this series is synonymous with a marsh lost in time, a world of wonderful yet scary meanderings with neither time nor spatial limits. A diffused and gloomy light bathes this uncertain world of sprouting flowers, genetic experiments and magical mutations. It’s an explosion of life and forms which, from the infinitely far to the infinitely small, comes forth like fireworks. But, hidden behind the allures of a garden of Eden, monsters and traps lie; honey and poison argue the favours of a nature coming into form.
These jungles - braids of lianas and cocoons, cells and crystals - aren’t they the very places where origins took form? The world is at it’s beginnings again, clean and smooth; the eyes slip across it as morning dew. This world is a wonder, but a distance is maintained, such as in the aerial and crystalline landscapes of the Renaissance; here is the world and there is us, and I want to preserve that astonishment in its cold and spectacular form.
Images and text by Thierry Feuz.