(...) Остается лишь – место. У костра нищие боги.
Оставались. Были. Ни с кем не делились местью.
Зависть их отличала. Как пустые кувшины.
Но мы жили. Не зная, откуда известно то,
                                                                 что изначально неведомо.

— А.Т. Драгомощенко

The language of landscape is usually that of persistence — so when places change, they change strangely. Within a few decades one and the same site can transition from a salt marsh into an industrial dumping ground, and then back into a salt marsh — different parts still showing their old incarnations. And as the people that live nearby continue to come and go, the newcomers might think the place has been this way always.

Idyll is a perpetually ongoing project that documents a small place, an unexpectedly open and many-faced stretch of reclaimed land from Coney Island creek to the Southwest Brooklyn MTS sanitation site. A perifery, contrary to the surrounding city, where the uncanny is more likely to be around.