The tradition of landscape was perfected by German Romantics. For them, nature, in all its glory
and majesty, was an allegory of an inviolable firmness that had to be seen, discovered, perceived
and known. In our day, however, the endless onslaught of events is unlikely to provide much
opportunity to understand the firm impeccability of the landscape; scenes that, according to
Caspar David Friedrich, are manifestations of ourselves.
So begins a tireless effort, an effort that is constantly repeated in endless cycles; an attempt
to discover, understand and explain anything that denies the tranquility of nature; from war to
death, to everyday life or even fear. An effort that is made possible by pasting picture perfect
photographs, tearing canvases, and the like.