I’m really digging Zachary Johnson’s Lonely cities series.
Love the fade on this one…pieces of urban sprawl peeking through the gentle clean paper.
The monochromatic claustrophobia of these pieces works beautifully.
One can almost feel the air, stifling, thick with life…
Cannot type/talk due to severe illness (all words courtesy of voice software or kind typing helpers)…I read and appreciate all comments…Apologies for not being able to respond.
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