For anyone familiar with the work of Steven Hirsch, these pictures seem to be a radical departure from his style. At first glance.Technically flawless, quiet, without movement, uniform, they look to be documents of every day American life, with school lunches, baseball practice, bills and family.But not quite. They are too still, too ordinary. White aluminum siding, candy blue skies, trees with bark and branches in stark focus. A sign to “Support Our Troopsâ€, tucked in near the fence on the ground, a school bus parked out in front. The windows are dull, hung with blinds or curtains, without a story.Ordinary.When our eyes drop down to the titles of the photos, we may recognize one or the other name of a sex offender from the headline news.Herein lies the link to other work of Steven Hirsch: the frame is slightly shifted, the twist of reality, eerie, unpredictable. Stirring up human ‘Angst’ and paranoia. The endless loneliness of strangers walking on New York streets is replicated in the faceless ordinariness of indistinguishable houses, some of which may have witnessed unspeakable horror and pain.
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