When it becomes imperative to draw closer to the beautiful satellite, the photographer directs another lens – a telescope – towards her. The moon then reveals her intimacy, her appearances, in a swoon; from crescent to crescent, she confides her opaline imperfections, her shy greys, her nights of coal. The photographer, a moved confidant, finds poetry in this encounter, which he engraves into the wood of Lunari retable (altarpiece). The confessions collected during their relationship are locked in there forever.
Maria Lund