Lauren Marsolier's work has an intentional quality. These are sharply considered, very good looking landscapes of an anonymous and arid village without signs or signs of life. By intentional, I mean that there is an otherness, a higher consciousness here. Something's afoot. What are these strange places bathed in pleasant pink light. Why do car tracks mysteriously disappear?
It seems absolutely soundless too. What an odd thing to observe about photographs. We are visitors here, observers, pleasantly alienated. There are unidentifiable buildings in a strangely abandoned settlement. It is sunny and the colors are desertlike. It is a place like one of those towns where NAVY seals practice deadly raids or where Jacques Demy musicals from the 1960’s are set. Why do the tire tracks end or why do the hanging rings or the wrapped car seem so ominous. This work is so contemporary and accomplished. It didn’t occur to me that these were composited images until after several viewings. That information doesn’t obviate my vicarious response to it.
-Juror, W.M. Hunt, Collector, Curator, and Consultant (New York, NY)