The landscape has long been mythologized as a space of spiritual reverence. A place where one can become overwhelmed by the beauty and perfection of the natural world. Those who defined these spaces called this experience “majesty”.

By placing definitions and constraints such as this on the land, it has altered not only the psyche of the landscape but the landscape itself. One has to wonder if the majestic landscape died with those that constructed it.

I set out to experience that space, if even just for a brief, final moment. What I found instead was a new landscape; One that is at once beautiful and tender, yet also isolating and violent. Shrouded in simulacra, existing in a state of ambiguity, this landscape rejects definition and instead asks us to look inward.


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Shores of Heaven

The landscape has long been mythologized as a space of spiritual reverence. A place where one can become overwhelmed by the beauty and perfection of the natural world. Those who defined these spaces called this experience “majesty”.

By placing definitions and constraints such as this on the land, it has altered not only the psyche of the landscape but the landscape itself. One has to wonder if the majestic landscape died with those that constructed it.

I set out to experience that space, if even just for a brief, final moment. What I found instead was a new landscape; One that is at once beautiful and tender, yet also isolating and violent. Shrouded in simulacra, existing in a state of ambiguity, this landscape rejects definition and instead asks us to look inward.