I returned to the farm after the pandemic looking for inspiration and peace of mind. Amongst my belongings I found an old hunting flashlight I used when I was young. When the sun came down I would take long walks across the fields and into the bushes, getting lost in the darkness.

I let myself get lost in the dark while I looked for houses, vegetations, live and dead animals and abandoned farm structures. Things I might have been familiar with but not anymore. It all appeared inadvertently, like memories; the photographic act became a means to reorder the chaos.