Southern Gothic

Southern Gothic is there in ghost towns, abandoned Plantations, the dark corners of ranch houses, rivers with names like ‘Woman Hollering Creek’, Spanish Moss, back porches at night, the shaded faces beneath hat brims, the sound of cicadas, mansions in the middle of the desert, oil wells, the smell of dust and rust and blood. It was born of inhospitable elements and the haunting memory of an historic past. It’s made of faded beauty and wasted wealth, of society and solitude, of cow skulls and grandeur and an irrepressible will to endure. It can be found as much in the noon light of a dusty plain as in the midnight sound of an opening screen door.