Tree High

In this photographic series staged in the rural Austrian countryside, the body becomes a ghost—gray, naked, and suspended in a slow dialogue with the landscape of memory. Among moss-covered trees and the silent architecture of an abandoned family farm, presence turns spectral. What was once home is now a place of estrangement; the familiar has softened into the past tense.

Through stark staging and a deliberate absence of warmth, the series explores decay not as a moment, but as a state: of place, of identity, of inherited memory. The body—exposed, inert, unsensational—is both witness and residue, embodying the slow erosion of connection to a world that no longer recognizes its inhabitants.

Death is not dramatized here. It is quiet, gray, ambient. In the spaces between stone and wood, the images ask: what remains when the narrative of belonging collapses? The answer: a form. A gesture. A fading imprint.