I often feature photographs that seem to capture otherworldly landscapes. It’s a habit and a hobby to look at abstract images and wonder what they might be before finding out what they actually are. I imagine alien landscapes, or apocalypses. Far flung planets or obscure corners of our own. Sometimes the photos depict just that, landscapes that defy human imagination, our own alien landscapes right here on Earth. Sometimes the photos are so abstract they could be anything. Either way, I see stories. I think of these photographs as the landscapes of my many, imaginary worlds. No doubt, the photographers think somewhat the same.
I wonder what Andre Ermolaev saw when he captured this series of aerial photographs? Volcanic Iceland is the simple answer. Art is another. Each photo is art, but could also be a painting, the imagination of another artist preserved for all by the photographer.
Did he imagine a giant paintbrush? The scope of the photographs is amazing. Did he research the natural phenomena behind the artful landscapes? I imagine he did. Did he wonder, even if just for a second, if an unseen hand had shaped the land? That a space ship had left a contrail across the sand, or burned a passage through the ice, forever shaping our planet.
Reading his comments, it seems he was captured the by lines first and foremost. The patterns and the unique perspective of the aerial view. I like to think he imagined something more far-fetched, though, just for that brief second.