Ernest Hood
Neighborhoods

The search for a past, suspended memories in sepia-toned images of a neighborhood. A living universe of memories

Intersections of streets, children who have now become simple people, the voices of mothers calling, the grouchy neighbor, the scent of laundry hung out in the sun.

Oneiric little theater, a tribute to all the lives that, even by just brushing past it, somehow shaped the author's sensitivity.

In 1975 Ernest Hood, with his art, manages to open a door that takes him to a neighborhood where a child with skinned knees is chased by a little dog.

He gave us the key, but everyone must find the door in their own Universe.