I quite like this piece by John Kraft. I’m a fan of the weird sub-genre that exists in my brain linking this work with things by Thiebaud and Hockney: spatially flattened streetscapes, bringing together a delirious sense of distance with a godlike unobstructed perfection of visibility and a fairly thrilling assertion of shocking steepness. I’d better go violate more copyrights and blog what I’m talking about here, later.
