Still Feel Gone
First edition of Still Feel Gone by Tim Carpenter and Nathan Pearce (2018)
First impression
In an edition of numbered 500 copies
Large format paperback in new condition
Please note the book is split in two containing photos by Tim Carpenter on one side and photos by Nathan Pearce on the other
The book is signed by both Carpenter and Pearce to the according copyright page
Published by Deadbeat Club
About
Still feel gone is a unique collaboration between Illinois natives Nathan Pearce and Tim Carpenter. Essentially two books in one, the work of the two photographers is presented separately; yet the pictures of each are in intimate dialogue with one another. Two sides of the same coin, if you will.
Nathan and Tim chose a common motif - the railroad - to articulate shared feelings on landscape and longing. For the ceaseless desire to be other and elsewhere, wherever it is that the real and the ideal collapse into one. For the life you want but have never known, as the song goes.
And yet, we make our peace with what we have. We find - or rather, we create - a home in this world. It could not be otherwise. A fictive covering weaves always glistening from the heart and mind, as the poet says.
Description
First edition of Still Feel Gone by Tim Carpenter and Nathan Pearce (2018)
First impression
In an edition of numbered 500 copies
Large format paperback in new condition
Please note the book is split in two containing photos by Tim Carpenter on one side and photos by Nathan Pearce on the other
The book is signed by both Carpenter and Pearce to the according copyright page
Published by Deadbeat Club
About
Still feel gone is a unique collaboration between Illinois natives Nathan Pearce and Tim Carpenter. Essentially two books in one, the work of the two photographers is presented separately; yet the pictures of each are in intimate dialogue with one another. Two sides of the same coin, if you will.
Nathan and Tim chose a common motif - the railroad - to articulate shared feelings on landscape and longing. For the ceaseless desire to be other and elsewhere, wherever it is that the real and the ideal collapse into one. For the life you want but have never known, as the song goes.
And yet, we make our peace with what we have. We find - or rather, we create - a home in this world. It could not be otherwise. A fictive covering weaves always glistening from the heart and mind, as the poet says.
