Cloister the Mews by Natalie Obermaier

Issue 42

I am obsessed with unveiling.

I find my muse behind the mystery of youth. I approach this muse cautiously, like an anthropologist lost, but hunting, in a suburban backyard with a snaking hose and retreating black dog. I place my subject into the light and then direct by not directing. My method is more of a witnessing-- my technique more of an intuition. If my Hasselblad is conspicuous, spontaneity is lost and the image becomes crafted. Instead I stand waiting for the genius in them that shows me that essence of innocence. I am collecting flashes of vulnerability that reveal in us a relation to a child who, unknowingly, understands all we seek to discover. I ask of them only to be children.

Living in Los Angeles has imbued in me the idea that every patch of sunlight can be a stage. The characters, though, have to be chosen carefully, and while my casting process is instinctual, I connect to them via place and my faith that the story will come. The overabundant sun tortures one who wants clouds for depth and tone, subtlety and threat. But grass will grow between the cracks in a sunblasted sidewalk. If I’m lucky, if I’m ready, if my intuition serves me – then I unveil its truths.

Natalie Obermaier is a Venice, CA based artist.
To view more of Natalie's work, please visit her website.

  Sierra 

Sierra 

  Bloomsbury 

Bloomsbury 

 Rax

Rax

 Drink of Water

Drink of Water

  Erebus over the Edge 

Erebus over the Edge 

 Retiary

Retiary

 Fleur

Fleur

  False Memory

False Memory

 Sidereal

Sidereal

 Tusk

Tusk

  Cormac's Cup 

Cormac's Cup 

  Phantom Limb 

Phantom Limb 

  Bocage 

Bocage 

 Armistice

Armistice

 Lasso

Lasso

 Laken

Laken

 Crocodile Bird

Crocodile Bird

 Reprisal

Reprisal

  Incarnadine 

Incarnadine 

  Tell All 

Tell All