Daniel Sackheim: Unseen – LENSCRATCH

As a child, I suffered a paralyzing fear of the dark. So terrified was I of imagined creatures hiding under the bed, or lurking within the dark recesses of my closet, that I would often drift off to sleep, a flashlight clutched tightly in my grip. The Irony is not lost on me that my current artistic preoccupations take me deep into seedy back alleys and labyrinths of sketchy downtown streets, illuminated by flickering streetlights that barely penetrate the darkness of an often foreboding and claustrophobic urban jungle.