In landscapes dominated by rain and a sense of melancholy, the cars of Long Term Parking seem ready to charge into a pile of bricks or race off in the muddy furrows left by old vehicles. Flipping through this diorama of abandoned landscapes, you experience the static nature of long established truths. Among the rain-drenched parking lots, broken median strips and hazy gravel-strewn streets, these lonely cars calmly occupy their space, no longer escapist vehicles. No narrative clue can alleviate the mysterious tension that fills these still places. Charged like magnets, landscapes which appear dead and inert somehow succeed in overcoming their own monotony.