Marisa Murrow
I paint the stuff people want to omit from their oceanfront properties; trailers, telephone wires, trash cans and rooftops. The visual rhythm of each trailer is designed to be a collection of abstract paintings of contemporary thought. I begin with a thin wash of color allowing it to peek though to define edges of trees and sides of structures. This color also lends temperature to the work, reflecting the heat this city experiences year round.

Trailer parks are commonly perceived as gritty, unpretentious and rather low income means of shelter. The trailers depicted in this body of work face the Pacific Ocean like a captive audience, worshipping the waves and sun. The viewer is offered a delightful protest to the endless search for connection to nature in this excessively materialistic setting. With the ocean at their front door for free, these homes on wheels need not roll away anytime soon.