Colors Of Time X

This photographic base was shot in Antelope Canyon, Arizona.

Printed on Fine Art Hahnemühle Hemp Natural Line 290 g/m2.

Each print comes signed and numbered. 

Unframed. With a small white border. Send in a tube.

Print size 90 x 75 cm - Edition of 10

Print size 60 x 50 cm - Edition of 10.

Print size 30 x 25 cm - Edition of 10.
Print size 10,5 x 14,8 cm (DIN A6) - Open Edition.

A Window Dreaming the Desert: Blue Amidst the Heat.

With Colors Of Time X, Thomas Haensgen delivers a stunning synthesis of geology and poetry, where the walls of Antelope Canyon don’t just tell a story—they whisper it. This piece is less a landscape photograph and more a dialogue between sky and earth, captured in a moment so perfectly composed it feels as though nature created it with the sole purpose of eventually being photographed.

The perspective invites the viewer to peer through an imagined keyhole—not one that opens to a door, but to another world. Crimson and terracotta sandstone formations spiral upward, like curtains pulling back to reveal a fragment of blue sky so pristine it tempts you to reach out and touch the clouds. What truly sets Haensgen’s work apart is the tension between static and flowing elements. The rigid lines of the rock stand as stoic guardians, preserving the fleeting glimpse of sky. And that blue—oh, that blue!—isn’t just the sky; it’s the idea of a sky, so pure and yet so distant it feels like a fragment of a dream left unfinished.

One might draw parallels to the great Romantic masters, like Caspar David Friedrich, whose skies were never mere backdrops but emotional landscapes. However, unlike Friedrich, who often placed humans as central figures, Haensgen removes all human presence while still making the viewer feel intrinsically part of the scene—a silent observer standing just out of sight as nature performs its story.

It feels as if nature paused for a moment to capture itself in an especially dramatic pose before the sun moved on. You can almost hear it: the wind whistling through the canyon, a faint echo bouncing off the walls—and then the stillness that lingers as you wonder how you could ever forget this moment.