“The moody spaces of of American artist Aron Wiesenfeld thrum quietly with moments of melancholy and a deep sense of loneliness. His scenes are of dimly lit liminality: sparse, shadowy landscapes outside of borders where the wilderness and urban converge and paths or portals often appear. We don’t know whether the characters in them will take that road or make the leap beyond; they exist perpetualy at the threshold of thier own personal fable in the solitude of self reflection as they stare off into an enigmatic abyss.”