B.1982, Los Angeles, CA
Lives and works in Los Angeles, CA
Featured in Vogue, Dwell, Juxtapoz, Domino and The New Yorker, photographer Brian Merriam travels to the most remote parts of the world to capture rarely seen landscapes and celestial phenomena, including the Himalayas, the Aurora Borealis, lush Hawaiian jungles and total solar eclipses.
"I stepped out of the present and let my mind succumb to geologic time. I found comfort in it’s endless cycles."
BFA, Video Art 2004 – Syracuse University Syracuse, NY
2015, AWASH, Soho House, Los Angeles, CA
2013, Here and Gone, The Impossible Project Gallery, New York, NY
2013, Being Alone Is All The Hills Can Do, The Gallery Next to The Burgundy Room, Los Angeles, CA w/ Sometime, Somewhere by Jordan Sullivan
SELECTED GROUP EXHIBITIONS
2014, You Can Count on Me, 205A Gallery, New York, NY
2014, Anti Matter, 7 Dunham Gallery, New York, NY
2012, The Wild and The Innocent, Clic Gallery, New York, NY
2012, SMALL International Group Show, 19 Karen, Gold Coast, Australia
2015, Merriam, Brian “I’m Nowhere” ALOVETOKEN Press
2015, Merriam, Brian “Been Gone” Self Published/Handmade Edition of
2014, Merriam, Brian “In The Mist” ALOVETOKEN Press
2014, Merriam, Brian “The Last Best Place” ALOVETOKEN Press
2014, Merriam, Brian “The Picture From Space Shows Your Teeth” BOTY Publishing
2013, Merriam, Brian “The Streets Are Cheating” BOTY Publishing
About Brian Merriam
Brian Merriam is a photographer originally from upstate New York, currently based in Los Angeles, CA. Brimming with mystery, his photographs seek to document the forgotten corners, empty roads and nowhere places of America and beyond.
In the words of Daniel Arnold, the artist’s friend and fellow photographer, "He’s a sad 70s-quarterback-lookin’ nowhere man who gets therapy making his own crazy sense of nowhere places. Claims the details nobody else cares about. Memorizes all the sick shit. Distills Mozart out of My Bloody Valentine for his own satisfaction. And that’s ace orphan strategy if you think about it. Charting all the lonely places. You just can’t sweat the void near as bad after you’ve stood on it stoned in sweatpants and been like dude, void, pretty sick."