In winter, in the Minervois (southern France), the low trajectory of the sun skims the vegetation across the landscape. I turn my attention to these plants.
In an absorbing search for primary forms, as any sense of scale begins to dissolve, I gather the species that resonate with my imagination.
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In winter, in the Minervois (southern France), the low trajectory of the sun skims the vegetation across the landscape. I turn my attention to these plants.
In an absorbing search for primary forms, as any sense of scale begins to dissolve, I gather the species that resonate with my imagination.