In the beginning, there was only longing for unknown spaces. So I started looking outside my country. Slowly walking the Camino de Santiago, I started questioning the repetition in landscapes everyday, and so my fixed view on what's right in front of me disappeared. I started walking with my eyes. Looking at stones, flowers, everything I put my stamp on. Questioning if the fascination in details was already there the whole time. Afterwards I forgot this thought, and met her again in my darkroom, picking out a small dandelion from my negative.