i've always been attracted to the unsettling / abandoned/ nighttime landscapes, something about them feels both lonely & comforting. since leaving my little town near the sea in new york and moving to philly 12 years ago, it's nearly impossible to see the stars at night, obscured by the glow and chaos of the city. i miss the smell of salt water and laying in grass lawns, deciphering constellations at night. there is something about city life that loses the magic of being connected to the potency of nature. . . yet i live & sleep and assemble jewels just 5 blocks down the street from the philadelphia art museum that houses an incredible collection of art. living near all these works feels a small trade for living under the stars . . . but here i am, for now.
jeremy dyer is an incredible photographer living in a city too, and yet captures the wonder of lonesome landscapes in his new show, ashes, opening at
the occulter in nyc next week on june 2. if you live there, or near there, go. i promise you'll be transfixed.
