a mystery appears when walking through a neighborhood at night. perhaps it is the flirtation with voyeurism, windows becoming peepholes into anonymous lives. perhaps the feeling is caused by the ominous glow of the street lamps, the noir light engulfing passages of yards and streets while an encroaching darkness veils the unknown. or it could be the silence that’s in the shadows, allowing the imagination to run awry, making every home a place of wonder and fear. when it is quiet the mind begins to wander
when it is quiet
the work of cam decaussin
there is a mystery that appears when walking through a neighborhood at night. perhaps it is the flirtation with voyeurism, windows becoming peepholes into anonymous lives. maybe the feeling is caused by the ominous glow of the street lamps, the noir light engulfing passages of yards and streets while an encroaching darkness veils the unknown. or it could be the silence that’s in the shadows, allowing the imagination to run awry, making every home a place of wonder and fear. when it is quiet, the mind begins to wander. the stillness of the dark, the removal of distractions, opens all things suppressed during the day. memories that had once been forgotten come drifting back. thoughts and worries overwhelm the mind leaving an array of emotions to take over. each home is a reality often hidden. only in the quiet moments do we feel safe to let these emotions and thoughts escape. we are at our most vulnerable. the yard is a transient place where private life embraces the open, where there is a chance of exposure. a home can be a transistor to the past, the present, and the future—one of dreams, aspirations and dread. a place where moments of hope or regret, loneliness or solitude are visible. —cam decaussin
i’ve never driven forward before oil on aluminum,17” x 22”, 2015
i got one just like it in my living room oil on canvas, 48� x 48�, 2015
a lie is often hidden between two truths oil on canvas, 54” x 97”, 2015
a lie is often hidden between two truths details
all i can come up with are stray sentences oil on panel, 47� x 85�, 2017
all i can come up with are stray sentences left: detail opposite: study
all i can come up with are stray sentences details
all things are possible and nothing is safe oil on panel, 47� x 85�, 2017
all things are possible and nothing is safe above: detail opposite: study
all things are possible and nothing is safe details
because there’s nothing here but two empty spaces oil on panel, 47” x 85”, 2017
because there’s nothing here but two empty spaces above: detail opposite: study
because there’s nothing here but two empty spaces details
or so i’m told but how would you fake it oil on panel, 47” x 85”, 2016
or so i’m told but how would you fake it above: detail opposite: study
or so i’m told but how would you fake it details
you’ve never seen, you’ll never know oil on panel, 48” x 27”, 2017
you’ve never seen, you’ll never know details
what do the children think oil on panel, 27� x 48�, 2017
what do the children think details
what do the children think details
stills, studies, and scenes
they take good care of their cars and yards oil on panel, 12� x 21�, 2016
somewhere between love and madness oil on panel, 12� x 21�, 2016
no one sees it but us oil on panel, 12� x 21�, 2016
untitled oil on panel, 12” x 21”, 2016
untitled oil on panel, 12” x 21”, 2016
there was only her until i found you oil on panel, 12� x 21�, 2017
all of my sins oil on panel, 12” x 21”, 2017
i also dreamed of girls oil on panel, 21� x 12�, 2017
everything feels foreign oil on panel, 12� x 21�, 2017
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the stillness of the dark, the removal of distractions, opens all things suppressed during the day. memories that had once been forgotten drifting back. thoughts and worries overwhelm the mind leaving an array of emotions to take over. each home is a reality that is often hidden. only in the quiet moments do we feel safe to let these emotions and thoughts escape we are at our most vulnerable. the yard is a transient place where private life embraces the open, where there is a chance of exposure. a home becomes a transistor.