What you see in this blog are impressions, reflections, and historical events from my journey. I work with analog black and white photography. The final photos will follow later.

What to write about this mountain. I am a picture maker…. and so much has been written about this strategically located moutain. This black mountain. This bloody mountain, a Sacred zone in the time of fascism.
Walking there, the impression is overwhelming. Careful in where I point my camera, as if this location carries something of the core, the meaning of my project. Object, subject, metaphor…this needs time and will be continued the following month, in the dark room.
Walking through hundreds of meters of trenches, carved out of the rocks. Even more bizarre than Flander fields if a comparison is appropriate. Buildings, tunnels, caves on the other side.