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- Artist: Jacob Haupt
- Designer: Jacob Haupt
- Editor: Jacob Haupt
- Imprint: Self Published
- Publication date and place: April 2017 / Salt Lake City, Utah USA
- Edition: 50
- Format, binding: Hardcover / Perfect Bound
- Size: 18 x 23 cm
- Number of pages and images: 58 pages / 30 images
- Type of printing and paper: 100 lb. bright white luster paper
- Retail price: 35 USD
Book description:Gloom addresses the difficulty in telling someone that you are having a hard time, or that you are sad. These conversations usually require someone to present their situation in a comical manner so that they can disarm the overwhelming task of saying, “I am sad.” Ideal male stereotypes have been presented to me via the super-hero cartoons I grew up watching. By making photographs, I am reconciling these stereotypes with my own identity. The work is a Frankenstein of nostalgic memories, stitched to the tragedy of becoming an adult. My obsession with fantasy doesn’t necessarily equate to a lack of interest in reality, but it does cultivate a unique loneliness.