The work of artist Alex Roulette has me dreaming of the great American road trip. His paintings, both ordinary and surprising, familiar yet otherworldly, seem like moments seen through the window of a moving car. You look at the people in the distance and in your mind construct their entire lives and destinies in the split second that you spend with them. They're gone, and you're left with a memory that is entirely fabricated.
In the artist's words: "The dreamlike landscapes incorporate familiar elements of suburban life that both stylistically and symbolically represent a quasi-nostalgic ordinariness. The isolation and dislocation of cars, houses, and figures, and the exploration of subtle spatial relationships, recall the hazy state of dreams in which certain details fall into place while others fade away into the unconscious."