The dreaded full parking lot. A moment of frustration in a town where the population increases twenty fold. Typically this sign is met with the a hopeful visitor hot, cranky, hungry, thirsty and wondering where you can get an all day spot without getting the car towed. Welcome to deep summer.
As with much of my work, I like to try and capture anonymity and the overlooked. I’m fascinated with what we see but do not. A parking lot in a seaside resort town reveals the pursuit of reaching enchanted places during the hot summer months without revealing the beauty of the location itself. The cluster of parked cars offers that somewhere in this location there are the anonymous visitors taking a summer day by the sea. The lines of the parking spots, or the rows of cars, offer a depth that I look for in realism. The bleached out hues hint to the intensity of the high sun. The pale tones of the asphalt at high noon emits heat. It’s a hot day and everyone wants to get to somewhere with a breeze and water. The price? Hot door handles, inferno cabin interiors, long rides, and the risk of not getting to park at the beach at all after driving two hours from the city due to it being full.
I love summer.
Provincetown affords countless vistas; lilac choked lanes, quaint stores and pristine beaches teeming with wildlife. I rarely paint that. What I gravitate towards is telephone lines and parking lots. Sexy, right? I stride to evoke the feeling of a location and often times that’s better captured by what’s not shown.
Exciting. I began my new series
Anonymous Self Portraits.