The freeways, the rivers, the mountains in the horizon, the oceans.
The wet grass and the hot cement, especially the cement. Gas stations old and new, the endless bars with the smell of old beer lining the floors, piss in the bathrooms, the familiar sting of whiskey.
Most places feel the same.
I took one of these photos out from its sleeve and now I’m not sure where it belongs. I can’t seem to figure out where I was or even what year it was taken. I put it back in a random sleeve because I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m easily distracted and highly sensitive and almost never content. The air in the apartment, in this city, feels stagnant and lifeless.
Nikki Greene is a Brooklyn based photographer.
Private is proud to present her first Australian exhibition.
LAUNCH 5pm Saturday 27 January 2018
27th Jan – 3rd March
Open Saturdays 10 – 4 and by appointment