my experience of nicholas scarpinato‘s work is like that that of sleepwalking… the allusion in the static imagery of his photographs bring me to a point of virtual suspension; a moment in time in a dream far far away. there is a strange peace in his work that i find lies beyond the horizon of the here and now… an escapist fantasy that most would interpret as surreal. i believe it has an even greater prosaic narrative behind it and interpret it more as postcards from a voyage beyond. his video work ‘hands’ had such a powerful effect on me… the hands fluttering in birdsong… i found myself inadvertently staring at passers-by and restaurant patrons conversing, totally mesmerized by their hand movements. his work, though dreamlike at first is an awakening of sorts… a call to awareness rather than escape - perceiving not a hidden meaning, but a possible meaning. in that lies the innocent power of this fantasy world, a non-prescriptive open ended dream who’s margin fades as we move…