fallow lands

These are the fallow lands: the lands left to rest. Storied lands, too haunted to tread. Laying bare - fabled, enchanted. These are the devil’s woods, the white women’s grounds, the roads of the skinner. Troubled by turmoil, but thriving with life nonetheless.

Falwa. Vale. Valg.

Barre. Brakke. Braak.

Being both their own fabulation and a personal study of placeboundness, the photographs in this series visually explore the storied landscapes of the Veluwe – fallow lands permeated with myth and folklore. Unstirred, yet unquiet. These are the fallow lands.