Art Gallery

I make trash art, out of trash materials. I do this because I, myself, am trash. I have been told so all my life. My work exists without any value or merit to the greater artistic, cultural, or political spaces in which I move, because my life is equally without value or merit to those spaces. I take great pride in this. You can learn a lot about a person by what they throw away. You can learn a lot about a society by what people it throws away. And just like pieces of plastic or yarn in a garbage can, a person can be discovered on the sidewalk, taken home, cherished and valued and allowed to become part of something beautiful, just like it was before it got used up and discarded by a world that didn’t care.

As it turns out, you can find a lot of neat stuff rooting around in trash bins!

I have always been fascinated by the little pieces of this world that people leave lying around. The old hoarder mentality that finds value in the smallest and least significant of scraps. I spent my childhood making odd little knickknacks out of random stuff I found walking home from school. Sticks and beads and pigeon feathers became toys and windchimes. I got suspended in high school once because I kept making prison shivs from shards of glass, hunks of wood, aluminum siding. My digital art, just as much as my sculptures, are mosaics of the uncared for, the undesirable, the forgotten.