I love abandoned and damaged vehicles that have been laid to rest in gardens. I love capturing how nature seems to slowly engulf them. The shadows caused by missing parts are very sculptural to me, and full of shapes and lines made by negative space. I merrily snapped this image because I liked the shape made by the missing bumper. I pinged it to Instagram, and promptly forgot all about it.
Until I looked at it again just a few minutes ago, and now it both fascinates and terrifies me. My rational mind tells me that there is no figure behind the wheel of the car. I know deep down that the shapes and shadows that now command my attention are simply that- shapes and shadows. Yet I am intrigued. My imaginative mind tells me that there IS a person behind the wheel of that wreck, and that he is watching me. Am I alone in thinking this? I would love to hear from anybody who would like to share what they think and feel.
I thrive on being a storyteller, and have always done so, but I want to make one thing crystal clear. I have not altered or doctored the image in any way, shape or form (other than using the ‘Moon’ Instagram filter. I am not sharing it to be provocative or as a wind-up (I am actually quite disturbed by it). I just want to know what other people think. I look forward to any correspondence.