Bush's big color photographs of people driving their cars are spread between two galleries (held in conjunction with Julie Saul Gallery), providing ample opportunities for the kind of voyeurism and snap judgments that are usually indulged on the road.
Nearly all the pictures were taken in and around Los Angeles, where Bush lives, and are straightforward but surprisingly elegant. California's cult of the car is only part of the story here; the vehicles start to look like sleek or clunky mobile sculptures, but their occupants are far more interesting. Most are unaware of the camera in the next car, cocooned in their air-conditioned living rooms on wheels.
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