Artist Ross Racine‘s immaculate landscapes of surburbia make the Stepford Wives look like dumpy hippies. The work’s all the more creepy because it’s entirely fabricated; Racine draws each image on the computer by hand–the artificial world of the suburbs is made even more artificial. Gah!
That’s Racine, a New Yorker (obv), giving voice to tract house-haters everywhere. And certainly he isn’t alone. The arts have produced untold meditations on suburban ennui: Richard Yates‘s ultra-depressing Revolutionary Road; anything by the California painter Robert Bechtle; and Mad Men, which we’ve heard is this show on TV people are kinda? into.
But Racine’s critique goes a step further. “[T]he works subvert the apparent rationality of urban design,” he says, “exposing conflicts that lurk beneath the surface.” The drawings, then, are a commentary on suburban fakery and a hopeless look at the very conceit of city planning. Depressing. We want one now.