«The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.»
— italo calvino, invisible cities
Those visions from the city are often dark, but amongt the loneliness of vagrancy there is mystery, and in mystery the poetry of what lies outside the inferno.
I go by the name Jerome, I live and work in Montreal. I’m not an artist by trade but I dabble in what I like. For the rest, I’m not very good with words, this website is about my photographs and they speak far better about me than I know how to with words.
jacob aue Sobol
david alan Harvey