"...life is unfair."

- J.F.K.



Through the lens of Chris Blake Chappell, America reveals itself as an oasis, a succubus, a glimmering whore of a mother feeding her children with wonder, while money changes hands and dreams are deferred. Harried socialites, automobiles in human form, and a danse macabre of one-percenters and barely-renters populate the rarefied mundanity that is our national consciousness. A favored, cynical, and immensely privileged point of view, such is the brush that paints each vignette of Chappell's Americana, in seasons of feast and famine, with the staccatic ebb and flow of a stock ticker.



Déjà vu is imminent.