The scene sits down as minutes flock by. A silent wale of the wind bombards through without rustling a blade of grass. Its presence unknown and unnoticed. As a photographer, the reaction to catch such stillness leaves the mind frantic, prepared and perilously planning each flawless representation. Their main attribute being calm, enamoring our every sense in our visual mind, revealing moments so perfect, they barely exist. They take on whims of the mind in their production and how they form as pictures, crafting the feeling of painting to real life scenes. Scenes so surreal we do not know how they came to view, and how they were put together. Their origin bemuses us.
Although they carry a calm sensation, they fluctuate between inactivity and scenes of overwhelming danger. Yet always keep a calm and logical approach throughout the capturing process. The scenes ultimately lead to atmosphere, that strikes continuity between everything Wouter does with a camera. Their post production playing a part in the process of panic, smogged by photographic mirroring, cloaking what reality the scene had left and creating something completely new all together. The scenes are a masterful bliss, perfect in the execution, and leave usscratching our heads how such perfection met continuity and repetition, churning out photographs time after time.
"I am essentially a landscape painter. When I started making images I was painting outside with my easel in the middle of the night, trying to capture the darkness in oil-painting. I explore(d) my urban environment by foot or by bike, carefully mapping my battleground. From day one it was all about capturing places that had an atmospherical charge to it.
Through a shit-storm of soul-searching and surrealist detours in painting, photography has brought me back to the essence of my love for image making: portraying fragments of reality, attempting to construct images strong enough to carry the mood I wish to create. I can’t restrict myself to one particular concept, although the vowels and consonants of the landscape’s alphabet dictate my phrases" - Wouter Van De Voorde