The image is a subtle form. Here, there is almost nothing to see. No horizon. No sun. No sky. The earth is not the earth. Nothing moves over it but the humid air. We are out in the open.
The place where I was, where I took these images: I was interested in it because of its qualities—fluid, effaceable, precarious. There are no objects here. Just continuous stuff, of some kind, with no edges, shifting continuously from one state to another. One day it will disappear.
Someone called Giulio Camillo once said that the image is just one of the phases that the physical body can take. It is a subtler form.