Concrete Dreams
oil on canvas
14" x 18"
I spent a good portion of my time in Cumberland painting from the parking garage. Have you ever studied the oddities of a parking garage? The corkscrewed and skeleton-like layers of concrete that bounce and groan as you circle clockwise towards both your parking spot and the exit? The stalactites, streams, and breezes...pseudo-natural byproducts of man-made ambitions to better organize our technological innovations? The reasons why people hang out in the stairwells after dark? No, you don't care and I can't blame you...you park your car and go on with your interesting life.
When is the last time you stared out the window of a second floor apartment and questioned your chance of survival should you jump? The parking garage...solid enough to be a refuge, delicate enough to scare you to death.
