"Places become a worn-out reminder of when America was building itself a brighter future. These spaces appear frozen in time, their inhabitants sparse or long since departed."
I have always captivated by the American landscape. I grew up on a diet of American culture from the seventies onwards. But instead of the white-picket-fence American dream, I was invariably drawn to its more sombre side.
Over the past few decades, the country has witnessed innumerable burdens, including industrial redundancy, economic crisis, natural disasters, terrorism and paranoia. The result of which can be interpreted in a static and multifarious landscape. Places become a worn-out reminder of when America was building itself a brighter future. These spaces appear frozen in time, their inhabitants sparse or long since departed. Adversely to this, many corners of the landscape have thrived, displaying antithetical wealth and comfort in the face of adversity. For those, secluded in their untouchable suburbs: everything is as it should be.
Lost America examines a quiet stillness in a forgotten landscape that is, in a sense, ‘on-pause’. The backwater sticks and quiet corners juxtaposed against the ambiguity of the well-heeled and contented; a detailed, melancholic and alluringly unremarkable outlook.
I have always captivated by the American landscape. I grew up on a diet of American culture from the seventies onwards. But instead of the white-picket-fence American dream, I was invariably drawn to its more sombre side.
Over the past few decades, the country has witnessed innumerable burdens, including industrial redundancy, economic crisis, natural disasters, terrorism and paranoia. The result of which can be interpreted in a static and multifarious landscape. Places become a worn-out reminder of when America was building itself a brighter future. These spaces appear frozen in time, their inhabitants sparse or long since departed. Adversely to this, many corners of the landscape have thrived, displaying antithetical wealth and comfort in the face of adversity. For those, secluded in their untouchable suburbs: everything is as it should be.
Lost America examines a quiet stillness in a forgotten landscape that is, in a sense, ‘on-pause’. The backwater sticks and quiet corners juxtaposed against the ambiguity of the well-heeled and contented; a detailed, melancholic and alluringly unremarkable outlook.
