Antarctica doesn’t feel real when you’re there. The scale is too big, the colours too subtle, the textures too precise. These images are my attempt to hold onto that feeling, to document ice that’s been shaping itself for thousands of years, long before we showed up with cameras.

Photographing Antarctica felt less like documenting a place and more like witnessing a process. Nothing here is permanent, yet everything feels ancient. These images are a reminder that even the most solid things are always in motion, and that sometimes the most powerful landscapes are the quietest ones.