NIGHTSCAPE

This is where I live.

It is the city of my dreams,  the city of my nightmares. It is the language I’ve always known; one of darkened alleyways and mysterious doorways, wet pavements and artifical light.  New York, London,  wherever –it is irrelevant. 

 The city of night is a seductive place.  Liquid neon reflects on wet concrete, subway signs fog over,  cars engulf in flames.  The loneliness of these details beckons me to stop. Contrast is unavoidable here.

 The dark is mysterious to me,  foreboding.  But it is also compelling.  It reflects a spectrum of possibility both beautiful and yet also dangerous.  Darkness transforms the familiar details of the urban landscape into something unknown, something surreal. Mailboxes become sinister signposts, street signs vague warnings.

For me, the landscape is in the city. At night.  I am a creature of these night places; they are my habitat.