I am fascinated by traces of revision, when old and new stand side by side, like old jars dug out of their contexts by archaeologists. Maybe it's the art historian inside me. So many paintings contain evidence of their creation. Radiographs might reveal a figure that once loomed in the foreground, but has since been painted over. Or the drawing before paint was applied. Or a different painting alltogether, before the artist found her subject - or before she was granted a commission.
Here in this parking lot, I notice the lines were redrawn, moved slightly to the right. "43 Reserved" became "Reserved 43." Reserved apparently more important now than the parking space number. What does that say about our conception of space?