In a landscape, the unity of the parts, its shape, is less than its overflowing; there are no real edges, all surfaces tremble and they organize themselves opening to the outside.
The things into the landscape have a presence that goes further their surfaces, and this special emanation opposes to every true judgement. I see this tree and due that its shape appears, I concede to it one autonomy; but as I can’t finish with the in-definition of its branches, I can’t truly distinguish it from the environment into it co-exist. Its individuality it’s erased for the benefit of the ensemble… The things and places never exist as irreductible entireties and, in this case, it’s difficult to fragment a landscape because everything expands, everything flows and fuse. The space is full of this overflowings.