Nick Blumenthal is a visual artist who does mostly photography, but dabbles in painting and some mixed media. He counts memory and psychological tension as his greatest inspirations, and unrequited love on occasion. Nick recounts the most romantic thing that has happened to him in New York: “An ex of mine who royally fucked up took a 10-hour bus ride to show up at my work, teary-eyed with apology roses. Granted it didn’t work out, but seeing the girls on my train home passing glances, whispering about the lucky girl who I was bringing them home to, was entirely satisfying.” There is a melancholy romance that drew me to his photos, as if the teenage angst of a once Myspace-emo kid had been distilled into something much more pure and refined. We share a very similar creative path: his work is mostly personally driven, rather than politically or otherwise, and seeks to apply this personal material into a universally digestible narrative.