Being
a city slicker, I've always had a soft spot for all things
architectural, be they old and decrepit or modern and industrial.
They all have character. I had made several attempts throughout
college to compose a city montage of sorts that depicted
my urban fetish, all falling short of my expectations. This
assignment, however, found different results. I was somewhat
influenced my M.C. Escher but shied away from playing as
many mind games with the onlooker as he did. In the end,
we have ourselves a tunnel of sorts, whose entrance is formed
by the interection of the two traffic light poles in the
foreground and whose exit is the pseudo-Doric columns. I
like to think I still pull a few Escher-type punches through
incongruous perspectives of variously composited buildings
and structures, but you be the judge. Revisited in 2010. |
