Jordan Stempleman

With a voice that speaks of the simultaneous desolation and burgeoning hopefulness of our time, Stempleman's String Parade begs us to listen again to an American landscape long forgotten, yet still around.   It is a landscape full of children and families, of old Hollywood glamour, of worn out streets, of gardens, of domestic scenes full of ache, of heavy rain clouds, of dedication.   As the title suggests, images and people float at us in endless sequences, strung together in a language of the everyday.  —Dorothea Lasky