The suggestion of voyeurism is magnified by the inclusion of a fence looking out to the warm sticky water. Colors hang and languish lazy, a landscape uncomplicated by detail in which the hand of man passively glides through rather than engages and changes. From our privy view behind the bank the real barrier of the wild stands staunch and celebratory.
There could potentially be a disturbing visage here, the passive passed out passenger keeled over and taken forward on the water’s momentum alone. But with its inverted colors and out of place photorealist canoe, it becomes more an opportunity to imagine places like this that are so free normally of human gaze. The symbolic pioneering canoe confidently exploring amid the barren landscape of nowhere in particular.