Looking for America

I’m honored to have an image I created included in The New Britain Museum of American Art’s exhibition  – Looking for America.

This image reflects my notions of America today as we navigate a sea of information and disinformation where lines and laws are blurred by abuse and discrimination and we hold tightly the goal of bringing into focus clarity, truth and justice.

For this exhibit, images were requested that convey what America means to you.   Looking for America is part of a non-partisan 50 state initiative organized by For Freedoms and involves hundreds of American artists and art institutions to spark a national dialogue about art, community engagement, and politics. The exhibit offers a “kaleidoscope of photographs that represent myriad perspectives on America’s values, people, history, past and future. While some images address current social and political events, others capture well-known American landmarks or figures, or convey personal experiences and observations of American citizens. As a whole, Looking for America reflects a nations that is diverse, complex and ever-evolving.”- For Freedoms.

This first image below is included in the exhibition followed by additional images I feel are pertinent to the subject matter as well.


“Clarity” image © Lou Russo Photography


“The Search” image © Lou Russo Photography


“Conflated” image © Lou Russo Photography

“Chapter 1. He adored New York City…


© Lou Russo Photography

“Chapter 1.
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yeah. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.’
Uh, no let me start this over.

Buckets of Rain-11

© Lou Russo Photography

‘Chapter 1.
He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles…’.
Ah, corny, too corny for my taste. Can we … can we try and make it more profound?
‘Chapter 1.
He adored New York City. For him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in…’
No, that’s going to be too preachy. I mean, you know, let’s face it, I want to sell some books here.



© Lou Russo Photography

‘Chapter 1.
He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage…’
Too angry, I don’t want to be angry.
‘Chapter 1.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.’
I love this.
‘New York was his town, and it always would be.”
― Woody Allen, Manhattan

The Quest for Clarity Through the Fog


Through the manufactured fog born of spoken-word mist and the rain of spit dripping from the mouth’s of insatiable monsters, there IS clarity. Continue leading forward with strength and seek the truth that exists beyond this veil. Look also beside you and behind as there are many who are with you on this quest. Offer your hand to others as the path may not be as visible for them and do not judge, as in time many who mashed their hands together in great applause of all that was promised will find themselves on an even darker road with a precursor of stubborn illusion to move through first. Where once they eagerly boarded what seemed a glossy rocket with the promise of a great destination they will find themselves heaving on the darkened road as if punched in the gut and thrown from what turned out to be a cardboard facade, painted gold, with only insatiable monsters and circus clowns behind it.



This is Coney.

She is the most loyal and loving dog ever. She gives me the saddest eyes in the world when I leave for work but how she greets me when I come home is one of the coolest types of happiness you can experience.  I wonder how I went most my life without it. I’m lucky to have her. That’s all. Just felt like sharing that. Oh yeah..and she LOVES being out in the snow, just like me.

“Every Love Story is a Ghost Story” – David Foster Wallace

Fire-and-Time-3 The third image in the series “Fire & Time” where long exposures soft focus on fire thru glass to present a reality that exists only as illusion.

“On Halloween, the parents sent their kids out looking like me.” – Rodney Dangerfield.

Fire and Time II – A War Inside


Fire and Time II ©Lou Russo Photography