I snapped this little car park in Hobart on a public holiday, every other time I walk past there were cars parked there. I'm not sure why but I find something intriguing about spaces like this. They show us a history of who's been there on some late night mission. Usually these types of spaces are avoided by the general public and have a certain loneliness that I like. They feel so foreign in the city they occupy, perhaps I like them because the offer an escape from the common and mundane – as well as providing inspirational artwork.