Melts my cold cold heart.
Time by the photographer/visual artist John Clang. I really enjoy this collection of work. Part smashed mirror, part puzzle, these images explore the movement of space and time in some of NYC’s most populated areas. Reflecting on the past, present, and future of the locations and people, these images somehow leave me with the same feeling I get when I sleep in a hotel. It’s like the temporariness of the action overshadows the presence of a shared path. It just becomes peripheral, no longer in the centered gaze. Yet Clang goes back to just that; he brings attention back to the secondary. And I like it.
Loopin straight off the record.