Working in the tradition of a long and rich photographic history, Rachel Barrett isolates odd, often dreamy moments, framing for the viewer a delicate choreography between people and the natural and constructed environment. Like the pictures of Barrett’s predecessors, from Atget to Winogrand to Shore, the familiar and the strange are often swapped or the boundaries nebulous.
The protagonists of Barrett’s world become characters in a drama only the artist understands; it is up to the viewer to insert themselves in their own way into these vignettes. Barrett’s figures are small in scale within the frame, and they are seemingly about to be swallowed by the earth and sky around them. The work is pensive, moody, a bit theatrical—-the lost melodramas of everyday life frozen and presented for inspection. This is Rachel Barrett’s first solo show in New York.