A series of enchanting images. Visionary. Steve Davis seems to have come out of a cave and is observing the world for the first time. Men are small signs in the vastness of the landscape. Like subtle traces of something. As fleeting extras. What are we? Leaves ready to fall, in a precarious balance. Our stories are carried by the wind and sometimes they are lost in the long breath of the planet. Therefore we should appreciate life, respect it, in all its forms. So writes the author: «Beauty can lurk in strange places, and I find myself drawn to landscapes that suggest ambiguity, emptiness, and the spiritually untidy. To me, they resonate as backdrops to stories and dreams—vague suggestions of the earth as a temporary gesture. They are as close to nowhere as I can get.»
