Towards the south

Twenty-five images for a story without words...
There is a world where the trees are tall and numerous, where the snow is beautiful and dense, where the wind blows strong and long, and where birds are told of travel and the afterlife.
Landis Blair recounts, like a fable, the final moments, or rather the last magnificent gesture, of an old man who carefully chooses and organizes the conditions of his departure. A spectacular and glorious departure, in full communion with the world and nature, with the complicity of the birds, those who know better than any of us the art of flying and the paths of the sky. "Because in the end, everything is fine," we seem to hear at the end of this short, wordless story. And hope is definitely there.
The spirit of Edward Gorey is never far away in this fable about death and hope. Nature and animals, also dear to Gorey, are the motifs in which Landis Blair's black ink hatchings unfold endlessly, leaving us with a strangely addictive feeling, as if we always want to see more and lose ourselves in these images with thousands of tiny lines that tell the vibration of the world.