Here - Graham Wilson - Bog

There is a region south of Lima, Peru, that I visited in the spring of 2013. A highway divides a narrow strip between the mountains and the Pacific Ocean. Small communities and farms dot the arid landscape. At first glance it appears poor, weather-beaten, and endlessly fascinating in its subtleties. When I quiet my mind, I'm surprised by my emotional response to place. Generally I prefer to travel slowly and wander alone. Perhaps it's the repetitiousness of walking that helps me relax and stop thinking "busy" thoughts. You hear the sound of a car engine sputter to start; a dog barks; rhythmic music pours from an open bedroom window. When you shake loose from thinking even an unfamiliar place is relatable. It's at these times that you feel awakened. These photographs are abstractions with which I experimented with motion. My experience was unexpected and perhaps more emotional than it was intellectual. It was about taking an unfamiliar landscape and exploring what it feels like to experience a place for the first time. Here can be here, or here can be anywhere