Claire Oliver Gallery | 513 West 26th Street
Being in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to be, untraceable, unreachable and between destinations, I felt a Freedom that I can't remember experiencing since childhood. The internal landscape of complex, disconnected, multi-channel psychic space was swallowed up by the whole, still, silent clarity of the desert.
Staring at the exoskeleton of an abandoned bus left rusting into the eternal sand, I'm surprisingly left with a sense of Peace. When all hope has drained out, so too have the requisite stresses and anxieties
Tues - Sat 10:00 AM - 6:00 PM