I have dreamed of making a project about mountains for a long time. There is something about them that has always attracted me, something sacred, that goes back to the origin of the world. The fascination for their majestic sceneries has nothing new, for they have been the habitat of gods and other supernatural beings in many cultures throughout human history. 

 

A few days after I had finally embarked on a journey to the Nepalese ranges, the unexpected measures preventing the spread of a new virus made the crossing of the border from Northern India impossible. It was the end of a voyage that had barely started.

 

Once back home, as images of that remote and unreachable place kept on appearing in my mind, I started to question those mental representations. How could my brain shape this idea of a place? Did it reproduce impressions from previous experiences made in nature, or patterns coming from the collective unconscious? With those images in mind, I started to photograph elements from my surroundings that reminded me of them - piles of sand from construction sites, folded papers or starry night skies. I then assembled them digitally to create landscapes that do not exist in reality.

 

The images that resulted recall moments that have never existed. But they also make one remember that reality is a construct of the mind and its memories are often distorted.