Because landscapes can also be inner. And when they are, inadvertently show the most intimate nature of who portrays them, becoming a celebration where imagination is a must guest and the intention of sharing them is the best gift.
If we stick to the definition of the Real Academia Española, we understand that landscape is that painting, photography, etc., representing a portion of field, forest or city in which human figures do not appear or play a secondary role.
What emerges from Christian Voigt’s photographs is a portion of field, forest or city in which human figures do not appear or play a secondary role provoking a realistic, objective image under which you can sense a certain personal story. What is portrayed in the photograph is the story that Voigt lives and feels while he himself plays the role of the spectator. What we perceive is a suggestion, an open door to creativity, leaded by the subliminal intervention of the author.
Thus, we find a scene that seems to have been previously prepared; every detail comes up in a completely spontaneous way, although you might get the feeling that there is a script that guides everything. And suddenly, there we are! Voigt makes us feel as we are part in that shared experience so intimate and so pure that, bordering on the cinematographic, even the oniric, so maticulously represents the cliché that fiction is always overcome by reality. Voigt says he waits for a certain image the time it needs, until it appears, according to the author, "screaming out to be photographed".