THE CREPUSCULE / PROJECT STATEMENT
2005-2006
A selection from the original 30 photographs, 20”x24” and 30-“x40”
C-Prints
A vibrant dream-world exists outside of dreams: the saturated hauntedness that looms beyond the fascades of physical reality. Revealing the crepuscular times (dusk, dawn, and twilight) as connected to the human dreamstate and uncanny magic. The nebulous, fantastic unconscious akin to the presence of the twilight veil between day and night. There is simultaneous comfort and horror in finding this presence hidden amidst all levels of everyday reality.
This series began in Milledgeville, Georgia, at the ancestral home of my father’s family, and expanded to include mysterious slivers of the American landscape in New Orleans, the Hudson Valley, and California.
MILLEDGEVILLE, OCTOBER, 2005.
Down a road that is in need of repair, far into the countryside. What could be wisteria, but might be some other arching and blooming tree, droops over the broken asphalt during the final stretch. The thickness opens up, becoming a feeling of relieved gasps and surreal comfort. I’ve come here to gather the remnants of ghosts that linger in between the cracks of the paint on the parlor walls and in the thick red clay outside of the rotting slave cabins.
It is heavy in this place, despite the otherwise glorious architecture and sunlight. Late afternoon on the empty plantation is bewitching and somewhat tense. In the master bedroom there are ceiling-high doors that open up to a small veranda at the top of the house, looking out on the wild tangled green beyond. Instead of antebellum carriages of Southern socialites out front, there are only bees and silence, and countless ladybug carcasses underfoot. The windowpanes are glowing with dust as the sun filters down past the trees, and from time to time shivers fill my back despite the warm weather.