Landscape Materials by Edoardo Hahn is a pioneering book. A courageous work that challenges its own function.

The landscape is not something whose borders we can control, and define unambiguously the context. We should radically reject the claim, all human, to rationalize the landscape, or to describe it, to own it, to set it aside.

The landscape is fractal, its meaning is impalpable and slips like sand between your hands. It seems to make fun of those who are looking at it. Images fly away from the page and perhaps from our own understanding. As if a book is no longer enough to contain them. The author disappears into the landscape, accepting the natural complexity of things, their randomness. No page, no photography is more important than the others because they vibrate together, without arrogance, without shortcuts or unnecessary graphic premeditation.

Steve Bisson