MOTSA – Petrichor

Petrichor – a term which describes the scent of freshly fallen rain. But how to visualize a feeling usually created by another sense? The cold crawling under your skin when faced with nostalgia? The foggy scenery of the Austrian and Italian Alps mirrores that tone. The very rhythmic and forever forward rushing of water through whatever obstacle, carving its way with all of nature’s force, the fight of the elements – both fire and rain taking back their territories. Slowly erasing what was build by human hand and along side the memories, created in these spaces.

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