Whiteout is an immersive exploration of struggle, surrender, and disorientation within the storm. During the relentless winter of Iceland’s Westfjords, this series captures the landscape stripped to its barest elements—blinding snow, howling wind, and a horizon that dissolves into emptiness. Unlike past storms, Whiteout exists within the moment of chaos, where visibility fades and instinct takes over.
This collection explores the conflict between movement and stillness, the disappearance of landmarks, and the eerie yet overwhelming force of nature. It speaks to the experience of navigating uncertainty, when both the external world and the inner self appear to vanish into the storm.
This project was created to address the unpredictable conditions of an Icelandic winter. The images were taken during snowstorms, when wind and ice influenced both the landscape and my photographic approach. The process was influenced by the storm itself—there was no control, no staging, only an attempt to capture fleeting moments before they disappeared into white. The ethereal quality of the images is not the result of artistic manipulations, but rather a direct manifestation of the surrounding environment. The wind softened the edges of the snow and reduced everything to movement. Reality dissolves into a state of transience as reality feels suspended in time, creating a series that feels suspended in time.
Whiteout is a study of nature’s sudden changes and their reflection on inner conflicts. The images depict the scenery swallowed by the storm, light fading into a vast and endless white. In some images, the weight of the snow blurs boundaries, creating an illusion of endless space. The absence of sharp details invites the viewer to experience a kind of sensory displacement, as if they were stepping into an environment where time, direction, and certainty had been stripped away. This series is not about clarity, but about immersion—being inside a storm rather than observing it from a distance.
All images in this series were taken in Ísafjörður, Iceland, during February 2024. The Westfjords in winter are defined by their remoteness, where storms arrive suddenly and reshape the landscape within minutes. The location itself, which was surrounded by mountains and frozen fjords, enhanced the sense of isolation and vulnerability. These moments were not planned but unforeseen. The unpredictable nature of the weather meant stepping into unexpected circumstances each time I headed outside. Some photographs were taken while struggling against the wind, while others were taken while watching the snow erase the walkways ahead.
This series emerged from a time of crisis. As the storm raged outside, I found myself caught in an internal blizzard—dealing with distant family conflicts, carrying the early months of an unspoken pregnancy, and enduring exhaustion that left no space for reflection. There was only forward motion, a struggle against forces beyond my control, and the instinct to keep going.
Whiteout is not about resolution. It does not offer a break in the clouds or a glimpse of the horizon. Instead, it lingers in disorientation—where living is reduced to the next step and the world is swallowed by a single moment.
The Icelandic word Óvissa—meaning “uncertainty”—captures the essence of Whiteout. In a true whiteout, direction vanishes, distance is unknowable, and even the ground beneath your feet becomes indistinct. It is an in-between space, reflecting moments of transition when nothing is clear, but the only option is to move forward.