Looking at Leon Kirchlechner’s debut publication gives the impression of drifting through a hostile, post-apocalyptic landscape. The pictures are ambiguous and foreboding, all desolate greys and inky blacks. As its title would suggest, Nowhere follows no form of linear narrative, but instead creates a sustained atmosphere of anxiety; a fragmented visual world of parched cracks, dark shafts and menacing textures reminiscent of haunting crime scenes. Here, dying vegetation morphs into black, urchin-like alien forms and lonely shreds of clothing wash up on dismal shorelines like forensic evidence that will never be analysed. Each photograph calmly lingers on the page like an omen of an unknown event the viewer remains ignorant, toying with our innate sense of apprehension. In Nowhere, what Kirchlechner understands best, is that it is not what is present within an image, but what is absent that can create the greatest sense of unease within the viewer.
Dienacht Publishing & Der Grief
£30 / 60pp / June 2013
Reviewed by Holly Lucas
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