In this most recent body of work, Marc Trujillo has taken the ubiquitous and mundane world of the North American drive-thru service industry and translated it into a series of pristine and surprisingly intimate paintings.
Like Trujillo’s large-scale investigations into contemporary culture's genericized consumer landscape, these smaller, compressed compositions show a deepening interest in Trujillo's idea of “placelessness,” the transitory experience of consumer environments that place us both somewhere and nowhere at the same time. The compositions are stripped of any identifying landmarks. They give no hint or indication of their geographical location and, with the exception of some gently suggested landscaping, are totally devoid of any natural or organic elements.
The carefully exaggerated frontality of the compositions transforms the exterior architecture of the industrial brick and glass facades, taking the physical window of the drive-thru itself and turning it into a metaphorical one. The paintings become little, disembodied window boxes in which time, space, and darkness are suspended. In these worlds, it is always light, albeit artificial, and there is always work to be done.