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Before winter fades away , I wanted to share a rather special series with you. I immersed myself in the very essence of the cold. Observing the ice, the snow, the lines, the tensions, the fragility. Slowing down. Looking more closely, until the landscape disappears. All that remains are shapes. Textures. Structures. Silent geometries that the frost draws without any apparent intention, and yet seem to follow an almost organic logic. Strangely, as soon as the gaze settles without preconceptions, a whole world is revealed. We no longer seek to recognize a landscape: we simply observe with amusement what the cold has created... As we draw closer, reality transforms. Surfaces fragment, crystals unfold, lines intersect. Some images evoke maps, others cells, architectures, sometimes even presences. This series is an exploration of that fragile boundary—between abstraction and matter, between chance and structure. An attempt to reveal what the cold builds, slowly, in silence. A geometry of the cold.
