John Folsom’s images of Southern landscapes capture the Spanish moss-draped live oaks standing sentinel on lonely back roads, the marshy inlets and places overtaken by the wild rampage of marauding kudzu. Even if the specific locales aren’t known, they are familiar. They are the wild, overgrown, blindingly green places that form the backdrop to Southerners’ lives.
In Folsom’s hands, these landscapes photographed at a national wildlife refuge near Savannah have an eerie stillness that can feel both touched by and cut off from human experience. These places feel so remote, Folsom’s camera becomes like a turn-of-the-century explorer plunging into the Amazon to reveal the world’s strangeness residing next to its familiarity.
A longtime Atlanta-based artist who has shown at a number of blue-chip Atlanta galleries, Folsom takes up residence at the new Westside Hathaway gallery, a well-appointed showcase for his handsome work. Folsom works from photographs layered with swaths of