There would be relatively few reasons for me to leave the comfort of my apartment or the warmth of my bog-standard builders tea on this miserable Friday afternoon. However, reason and rational have little traction when one is called by an unnamed force to act, and act I did.
Poorly armed with a $3 street umbrella and red-laced low-top trainers I fought my way through fitful winds and pulsing streams water falling from the Manhattan bridge on my way to Klompching Gallery here in DUMBO. And what did I find at the end of my soggy vision quest? Snow.
Unexpectedly, I found myself swept up and enveloped by Lisa M Robinson's "Snowbound", a five year undertaking to photograph ice and snow. Having been raised in Binghamton, New York, I know something about snow as I know something about winter. And in my expert opinion, so does Lisa M Robinson. You don't see winter, and capture images of snow like she does unless you do.
She understands that winter is a suspension of life and a point of no return between the memory of fall and the hope of spring. Within her photographs you hear the ghostly whispers of summer's glory as winter winds carry them across a thinly veiled landscapes that attempt to hide the presence of those who make it their home. Multiple colorful huts and a single figure become an abstract vision painted with life's frozen elixir in Robinson's "Invisible City" as shown above. While "Solo", as seen below, teeters between a brutality of fact and the romanticism of fiction.
I found comfort in being alone with this show's 16 pieces as I often found myself comforted by walking through the winter nether-world of my youth. Their familiarity brought my senses to life, and life to memory. Here's to you Lisa M Robinson.
The show runs through February 29th.