Over the moon to announce our upcoming book Over the Electric Grapevine, Michael E. Northrup’s (@michaelenorthrup) most extensive body of work to date, bringing together images produced between 1972 and 2004, across more than three decades.
The book moves through a poetic, oniric, and unstable movement, where images accumulate through fragmentation and discontinuity, hallucinating a broken narrative.
Northrup’s visual language is rooted in daily life, filtered through irony and a precise sensitivity to the absurd embedded within the ordinary, unfolding through an editorial approach that moves fluidly across contact sheets, experiments, in betweens of in betweens, fragments within fragments, allowing the archive to exist as a living, breathing creature.
The book is structured in chapters, Fragments One, Rehearsal of Truth, Fragments Two, The Tuning Path, Beguiling the Hours, Mind Flowers, each borrowing its title from a song and marking a shift in rhythm as the work progresses. It grows louder as it nears its end…
Over the moon to announce our upcoming book Over the Electric Grapevine, Michael E. Northrup’s (@michaelenorthrup) most extensive body of work to date, bringing together images produced between 1972 and 2004, across more than three decades.
The book moves through a poetic, oniric, and unstable movement, where images accumulate through fragmentation and discontinuity, hallucinating a broken narrative.
Northrup’s visual language is rooted in daily life, filtered through irony and a precise sensitivity to the absurd embedded within the ordinary, unfolding through an editorial approach that moves fluidly across contact sheets, experiments, in betweens of in betweens, fragments within fragments, allowing the archive to exist as a living, breathing creature.
The book is structured in chapters, Fragments One, Rehearsal of Truth, Fragments Two, The Tuning Path, Beguiling the Hours, Mind Flowers, each borrowing its title from a song and marking a shift in rhythm as the work progresses. It grows louder as it nears its end…