DATE: April 27, 2010
Verburg's color photographs of the Italian town of
Spoleto are not the views of a tourist. She's so familiar with these
narrow passages, painted plaster walls, and bricked-up archways that her
pictures feel intimate, loving.
She glides past spots in a haze of pleasure and
remembrance, allowing areas of her pictures to slip out of focus, as if
in a swoon or a daydream. Seen through her eyes, the town is a
marvellous maze, empty save for the almost palpable presence of the
photographer's avid eye.
Three small head shots of people on the street stand in for the
otherwise absent population, but you almost resent their intrusion on
Read the complete review in The New Yorker.