DAY 3 // As I wandered down to
the pier in the evening, I found myself in a little gallery that was
just closing its doors for the day. I became immediately enthralled
with a collection of works by artist Cig Harvey.
Her photographs have a painterly quality reminiscent of the rich hues
of a vivid morning dream, and like a dream, her images resonate as a
fading imprint might, magically animated in a moment less real than
imagined. It's as if the stillness in each image magnifies the potential
of the moment she constructs. These works feel feminine and are layered
in metaphor. I found it easy to lose myself in them, or perhaps to be
more exact, find myself in them...
