Jen Moon Iowa City, Iowa
I've composed pictures in my mind for as long as I can remember. At eighteen I got my first camera, and in my first semester in college I started studying photography. I have a one-track mind, and I fell in love with the process-the conception, execution, and printing of a photo. Still, there was something missing. One night I turned down a road I thought led to nowhere, but it started me on a new path. On that road, in the darkness, a factory became a glowing tower, and it changed everything for me. I drive around at night and watch. I find my own empty sets to tell stories.
Iowa City, Iowa, looks like every other small town in Iowa. At night, in the dark, through my lens, I fell in love with the place. The silos are beautiful cylinders. The tiny town's lights are starbursts, and the skyline is defined, as it never could be during the day. There's no dust or commotion, or noise. There are no people in these images. At night the rules change, anything can and does happen. I try to remain open to the transformation the world undergoes when most people are asleep. Through the filter of darkness, under the streetlights, a society's ills and outcasts redefine themselves. So I look for the real and the magical and am constantly surprised.