It all begins with a landscape observed from above.

At this distance, paths become lines, plots of land take on shapes, and crops compose an almost abstract geometry. Yet nothing is invented: behind every circle, every square, every break remains the trace of a territory shaped by the earth, time, and man.

Gradually, I move away from the image that served as my starting point. I simplify, shift, erase. Some forms assert themselves, others disappear. The landscape then ceases to be represented and becomes a rhythm, a balance.

Sometimes silence.

Each circle breathes, each square takes root.

Between order and irregularity, figuration and abstraction, Champs seeks that moment when the earth, seen from the sky, becomes almost a language.

 

(Photo credits: re_territorio (instagram) and Anthony QUIGLEY — with permission)