Can an enclosed space, a delimited area with no particular natural characteristics, reveal itself or change depending on our state of mind? MY LAND is a very intimate work.
A work about an interior landscape.

While the chapters are apparently unconnected (mountains, trees, the moon, street art, etc.), they are closely linked by the fact that it is always the same place. The place where I live, a rectangle of 2,300 square kilometres.

So, the work becomes an exercise in style.
I only see what I want to see.
It’s always different, it’s always the same.