winter & woe.

these new works by new york based sam wolfe connelly remind me of the splinter of space between autumn & winter, when the darkness quickens & i never want to leave the house. imbued with a searing melancholy, these beautiful works mine the depths of transitional despair and loss to reveal a sort of fantastical decay; crystal points grow like a fever in the overgrowth within houses and halo somber bodies.

sam is currently showing at spoke art in sf.
xo