Amy Bennett’s superrealistic paintings of small suburban homes look like the outtakes from some unmade David Lynch film: The more you look at them, the less right they seem.
Two years ago, the Brooklyn-based artist built a 1:87-scale model neighborhood, complete with miniature houses and figurines. That tiny world turned into a series of narrative-based paintings, which reflected the sad, slightly creepy side of suburbia: A man sits in an empty swimming pool in the dead of night. A naked woman spies on her neighbors through a crack in the fence. Someone walks away from a car crash; someone else digs a grave-size hole in his backyard. City life looks safe in comparison.
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