By Stephen X Welch
"New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness, if you have no inner stabilizer." - Henry Miller
The problem with a city that never sleeps is that there's never any rest. You keep going and going, long fuses and short fuses meeting together at the same limit because they all burn down eventually. In Barcelona, siesta. In London, tea. In New York, the match ignites and goes until it's snuffed and another is struck immediately.
The work of Lucas Anderson finds a sense of calm amidst the urgency, not unlike arriving to the scene of a fist fight a few minutes too late. It's a surprising contrast to the city and her inhabitants that work so often as a subject, a love for him. The cut of a neon sign through the night like the sheen of a stud on leather. The soft haze of 35mm film against a vibrant, thrumming city. Strongly inspired and focused on a lifelong love of punk rock and the city that raised him, he manages to carve out chunks of contemplation where too often no silence is found. It's a detective's eye for detail and a hunger for simple narratives in a complex world that make his work so refreshing in a world built on never slowing down.
We asked Lucas to share a few pieces of his work with us and you. Take a few moments to relax.