Parking Lot Pandemic 7 (2020/2021)

Parking Lot Pandemic 7 (2020/2021)

The coronavirus has disseminated itself farther then the eye can see. Its expanse, its jurisdiction and its prevalence are immense; not only farther than the eye can see, its breadth cannot be seen at all.

 

 

Jeanne Randolph

from Parking Lot Pandemic 

27 photographs 

Created in 2020 

Printed in 2021 

Inkjet on Epson Premium Luster paper 

Edition of 2

8 ¼ x 11 inches

 

“The Exchange District in Winnipeg, where all the grand warehouses, factories and national banks were established in the early 1900s, is also a district of parking lots. Ordinarily some lots would be more popular than others, but when public life closed down during the pandemic, every parking lot in The Exchange District was empty. The bistros and cocktail lounges that were more home than my home was, were empty. Their interiors were darkened by massive curtains pulled across massive windows. And next door or half a block over, there would be a parking lot with not a single car. Parking lots were unexpectedly on display. Without cars they looked raw, as if the hide of the city had been stripped off. I remember walking across King Street to look closely at a lot, and when I beheld the huge jagged potholes, gouged out gravel, crumbling, split uneven ground I laughed out loud. There’s a pandemic.

 

But there never had been time or energy to flatten and smooth these wilderness surfaces, especially ones that will be hidden under car bodies when everything is normal again. Standing on the King Street sidewalk, the phrase “car bodies” mingled in my mind with “human bodies.” At that moment my imagination filled the empty parking lots with the poetry of the pandemic. Every possible emotion the pandemic heightened, every version of death, of near misses and of escape that poetry provides.” — Jeanne Randolph

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