Arne Svenson‘s series ‘The Neighbours‘ – puzzling, endearing, theatrical. With his aesthetic sense, the photographer turned his bird watching telephoto to his Manhattan neighbours and viewed them from the perspective of social anthropology, he created an eclectic project.
Arne Svenson – The Neighbours
Some of the neighbors were not pleased with this activity so they sued him but the court upheld this sort of thing as covered under First Amendment guaranteeing free speech and it does not need consent to be made or sold
“Sometimes there is a hazy, almost tropical light that falls over the Bay Area. The moisture in the air falls on the landscape and makes it appear as a series of two-dimensional planes intricately layered together. When I see this light, I imagine these individual planes of landscape each moving freely along independent trajectories. In my imagination, the landscape becomes one of dislocated landmarks, geography and infrastructure, constantly changing. Within the series Everywhere All at Once I bring to form these imagined landscapes and combine them with intensely starlit skies, highlighting both a personal as well as a collective experience of the world. My goal is to make images that are familiar and dreamlike, evocative of an almost unreachable memory.
Looking out over the landscape the night sky provides a reminder of the smallness of our existence and also the vast possibilities inherent to our experience. It provides a connection between distant individuals, a jumping off point for belief systems, and an interstellar reference that helps us to navigate our world. For me, more than anything, the night sky provides a sense of space and infinity that is at once the essence of openness and possibility and also terrifyingly complex and unfathomable.”
For a greater inspiration I collected in a digital free magazine most of the short visual stories in black and white photography published in my tumblr account (there are links to all photographers’ official sites).
“A forest is a meeting place between those who enter it and something unnameable and attendant… Something intangible and within touching distance. Neither silent nor audible… The mist fills the gaps to draw us into the spaces between.”