Maria
Deceptively forsaken, deserts can still reveal traces of human presence. The emptiness that remains looks almost justified. In the desert, one is always far away; it feels like the elements are keeping me locked in place. Whether it is too dry, hot or cold; everything seems to be stinging and poisonous. In this badland man only appeared for personal gain but never attracted by the emptiness. But it is the emptiness that gives this barren land its overwhelming beauty. Surrounded by nothing but stone and sand; the gravel underneath my feet radiates the heat of the sun. This vast landscape seems to sharpen my senses, enabling me to experience the scenery in its purest form. In the blackened void of darkness, brought by night, the earth desperately attempts to contain the warmth. But it is a lost battle like all battles here are bound to be lost. In the last moments before sunset, there is an explosion of colours with such fierceness, like a final raid. The coloured light paints the abandoned mines and collapsed houses. Nothing in this wilderness reminds me of present times. The twenty-first century cannot reach this place; only a horse can find its way.
