A figure making his way through the snow caught in mid-step by a single bright light. He doesn’t appear all that surprised. With a full bag in his narrow hand he looks like he has a long way to go. She is surrounded and enveloped by the darkness of a enormous tunnel. Standing on a windless mountain, her clothes are thin and hang without a wrinkle. She is an explorer and hunter with a bloodless kill hanging from her impossibly narrow frame. These are sullen and serious youth who appear to be plagued by deep and heavy thoughts. Aron Wiesenfeld finds a simple and beautiful balance between contemplative subjects and grey landscapes.