See, this map is why Dorothy Gambrell is my favourite living female artist. I don’t really know what to say about it. It’s silly. It’s deep. It’s facetious. It’s true. It’s a whimsical. It’s sublime. As far as I can tell, no one else on the planet could do the same thing.

The laundromat and the public library are actual places that an artist might visit. Used mattresses, rice, bad coffee, utility bills and broken lightbulbs are the debris that make up an artist’s daily life. Obscurity, the train to nowhere and the road of false promises are all directions that an artist might go in their career.

All I can think of is that Dorothy dreamed this map and drew it when she woke up, because I have no idea how anyone could consciously think of it.