“I like to hear a clock ticking in my pictures.”
‘Ms. Turbeville’s photos, by contrast, were unsettling, and they were meant to be.
…….resulting in an elegiac (nostalgic / sad) landscape defined more by absence than by presence.
‘For the viewer, the net effect of Ms. Turbeville’s work is one of dreamlike, melancholy beauty. Her images exude an almost palpable sense of longing, with questions about the woeful women they depict — Who are they? Why are they so sad? — hanging unanswered in the air.’
‘Her barren settings leave abundant room for loneliness and loss, and the dissolution they contain is a constant reminder of the passage of time.’ “I like to hear a clock ticking in my pictures,” Ms. Turbeville once said.
“Her photos seem to depict small, once exquisite worlds that, by the time she clicks the shutter, have already evanesced.”