These imaginary landscapes are the culmination of the perfect journey. The journey of the nature photographer in search of the perfect picture. But here, at last, rest. My own perfection is achieved, no need to go further, no more obsessive and repetitive copying. No more nausea. The journey stops here and takes on meaning. Well, it is true, I did push the makeup to the extremes. I embellished an imperfect world with an imaginary at the level of my requirements. But I didn’t getthings wrong. The essence of a good picture is the imagination that we provoke, the imagination from a moment that no longer exists. The imagination of a world… which no longer exists.