Cathedral of the Pines by Gregory Crewdson — Photobook Giveaway!

To celebrate the release of Gregory Crewdson‘s new photobook Cathedral of the Pines published by Aperture, we’re giving away one SIGNED copy of the book courtesy of Gagosian Gallery!

All you have to do to enter the giveaway is share the Facebook post below (remember to set the post’s visibility to ‘Public’, otherwise we have no way to know you shared it). The giveaway will run until next Wednesday 20 April at 12 PM; one winner will be chosen at random. Good luck!

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Not the lucky winner of the giveaway? Buy Cathedral of the Pines from Aperture. Here is some information about the book:

Cathedral of the Pines presents Gregory Crewdson’s first new body of work in over five years. The series marks a return to Crewdson’s classic style of storytelling via the single image, using light and color to create newly intimate, psychologically charged imagery.

Cathedral of the Pines © Gregory Crewdson

This body of work marks a time of transition for the artist, including the end of his marriage and a retreat from New York to a remote home and studio in western Massachusetts – a period of time during which Crewdson chose to remain socially withdrawn, instead committing to daily, long-distance, open-water swims and cross-country skiing on wooded paths. Cathedral of the Pines is named after one of these trails, deep in the forests of Becket, Massachusetts, the site where he found the inspiration to make these new pictures. It was there that he felt darkness lift, experienced a reconnection with his artistic process, and moved into a period of renewal and intense creative productivity.

The photographs are accompanied by an essay by Alexander Nemerov, who addresses the work in relation to the American past, focusing in particular on the way the images draw space and time down to ceremonial points, in which “all that ever happened in these places seems crystallized in his tableaux, as if the quiet melancholy of Crewdson’s scenes gathered the unruly sorrows and other little-guessed feelings of people long-gone who once stood on those spots.