A landscape has no language, no vocabulary of specific meanings. It communicates in lines, hues, tones, light, shadows, symbols, and empty spaces…Nor does a landscape have its own voice. It has many tongues; it has centuries of accumulated knowledge, memories. A landscape provides no answers. It only suggests where to look or discover, re-trace a path.
Sometimes a landscape speaks in terms of physical geography, but just as often it reflect on the rough territories of the heart, the distant haven of memory, or the incredible landscape of thoughts/dreams.
Absence is not the same as emptiness, for absence consists precisely in remnants, in strong signs of what was once present.