[Exhibited at the Rita K. Hillman Gallery at the International Center of Photography in 2013]
Each weekend I transition from the subterranean bunker of the School of the ICP to the parks of my neighborhood, Harlem.
I walk through St. Nicholas, Central, Marcus Garvey and Morningside Parks en route to my groceries and errands, and sometimes make photographs of what I see.
What I see is the transition between the built environment of my adopted home’s streets, seen through a screen of opulent nature that looks like a romantic 19th century landscape, but is as much a built environment as the buildings peeping through.
And so, I think about the artfully arranged fore and aft, and wonder whether the effect upon me differs at all from some quiet primeval forests I have walked in – called “bosco” – in the Ticino.
Archival pigment prints and matte board