JACOB GEiger ‘21 MFA

After companies closed their workplaces in response to coronavirus, I began photographing office parks. I was curious about what remained visible through the windows, the vacant rooms and wilting plants, the whiteboards and personal effects.

There is a sweetness here, as there must be a sweetness anywhere so many hours and years of life are lived.

At the edges of the office parks, brush grows, spindly and tangled. It begins to fill the marginal spaces cleared during the parks’ development and now left disused. The rationalizing order of the office exists so close to the cacophonous order of nature. I think of the fictions of safety, stability, and control we have woven around the way of American life, and the precarious assumptions which underlie them.