Before, everything was clear: I was the subject and that was the landscape: the city, nature, even the ruin. Above the cheekbones were the eyes and in front of the horizon, a beautiful illusion. The disaster, in its repetition, blurred the grids; Rather than thinking about nature, it became urgent to think with nature to make room for other images, questions and problems. There is nothing more classic than a landscape and, today, there is nothing more sinister. Finding the edge between the beautiful and the terrible in the stories that constitute some of our ideas about the natural world concerns this curatorial exercise and is the reason why the processes of these four artists are addressed.