_brandoninidaho1979_
constant variations of a continuous theme
A repetitious blur, not infinite, but unfathomably finite.
Not really sure why I have such an obsession with shopping carts, ugly buildings or cracked asphalt. But every line seems like a vein, bloodless and devoid of its original intent. A sprawling mirage of structure, desperately waiting to come apart.
Shopping carts, ever present from the time of my youth and what feels like was eons before that. A tumbleweed of chromed steel effortlessly gliding across concrete in a high late summer wind, crashing into a car door, is the only time that fucker will ever head in a straight line. Maybe it’s a symbol of the great American capitalist boom, you know those short years tucked in between an emerging recession and “four more years”, but the regime never changes. And no matter what people need something to eat, something to wear, something to watch, and something to watch in on.
I used to see far more shopping carts, when there were far more stores, and malls too. The image I have in mind, a representation given to someplace once real, will be something different shortly, maybe it will be the click of a button and delivery truck, but it’s pretty much the same thing, just not visually.
The same can be said for ugly buildings, especially the ones purpose built or franchised, that lay to waste or are repurposed then, once again laid to waste, these buildings have a tremble in their structure, a slow undetectable sway, a surging ache, brought on by every change of the weather, and every season compounds this, all buildings fear the rain, the cold and the snow. Oh these poor high western desert creatures of failing and crumbling foundations.
Cracked asphalt and roads, the great animal strategy of to and fro, a primal migration that became the great flow of commerce. Signs of a road can stay for a long, long time, that big heavy rut, but roads need a constant and a consistent maintenance, yet they still crack and long to go wayward.
constant variations of a continuous theme
A repetitious blur, not infinite, but unfathomably finite.
Not really sure why I have such an obsession with shopping carts, ugly buildings or cracked asphalt. But every line seems like a vein, bloodless and devoid of its original intent. A sprawling mirage of structure, desperately waiting to come apart.
Shopping carts, ever present from the time of my youth and what feels like was eons before that. A tumbleweed of chromed steel effortlessly gliding across concrete in a high late summer wind, crashing into a car door, is the only time that fucker will ever head in a straight line. Maybe it’s a symbol of the great American capitalist boom, you know those short years tucked in between an emerging recession and “four more years”, but the regime never changes. And no matter what people need something to eat, something to wear, something to watch, and something to watch in on.
I used to see far more shopping carts, when there were far more stores, and malls too. The image I have in mind, a representation given to someplace once real, will be something different shortly, maybe it will be the click of a button and delivery truck, but it’s pretty much the same thing, just not visually.
The same can be said for ugly buildings, especially the ones purpose built or franchised, that lay to waste or are repurposed then, once again laid to waste, these buildings have a tremble in their structure, a slow undetectable sway, a surging ache, brought on by every change of the weather, and every season compounds this, all buildings fear the rain, the cold and the snow. Oh these poor high western desert creatures of failing and crumbling foundations.
Cracked asphalt and roads, the great animal strategy of to and fro, a primal migration that became the great flow of commerce. Signs of a road can stay for a long, long time, that big heavy rut, but roads need a constant and a consistent maintenance, yet they still crack and long to go wayward.