The first book in the publisher's line where the printing is done entirely by hand in-house. Here the landscapes are hidden in black grounds, cut by low lights in high contrast, announcing only a glimpse of a place in its minimal existences. Through the cracks in these densities of black on black, evidence of what is passing by parades. Seeking to discover what they show us without showing us, illusionistic surfaces create tangled depths that reach for the telluric.