Running up that hill
I think that Izabela feels photographs more than she takes them.
She brings blanket silence to these places, almost as a dream or a longing. Black silence is better at night, you can hear the white better. Luminous white on black haunts these photographs.
Yes, it’s a search for white beacons, whether washing on a line or sheep that shout out in the night.
Sometimes it’s best to keep quiet – like these photos – because their silence says so much more. Izabela wants to listen and leave their interpretation to others.
And of course there are no people in the photographs, except marginally some feet. People don’t seem necessary but you can hear them in the silence. So a few thoughts, facts and possible insights.
Finally though let’s dwell on one photograph, the Milky Way lookalike, it’s a swirl of white, like a Danish pastry in the Universe. I have no idea how she took this, or what it actually is. I could ask her but that might spoil the effect.
Izabela is right, that’s the wonder of the silence, you just need to listen and imagine.
