Christine Schiavo’s surrealist depictions of the back yard bear resemblance to the way our childhoods seem to manifest in our dreams – recollections under hypnotism on the couch of our analyst – the first glimpses of our deepest darkest unconscious psyche – perfect photographic fossils of long thought lost repressed memories. You can almost smell the watery grass, the millipedes, and the warm summer afternoon filled with the effluvia of barbecue and pop’s pipe smoke. You can view the series at Arthaus Gallery in San Francisco (www.arthaus-sf.com) or at www.chrisshiavo.com.
