‘…nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging…’ JM Synge

The effect of the fog hanging low over the river Leie in the Flanders village of Sint-Martens-Latem is to mute and flatten the field of view. Fore, mid and background cease to have relevance as categories. Instead everything exists in a single poetic plane, wreathed in delicately opaque air.





John Pawson