I used to think of myself as a suburban kid living near a city. Somehow over the years I have come to realize I live in the city and its shaggy grit and dangers are my own. The broken parts, the background noise, the run down and freshly paved roads, the new buildings, the old telephone poles, the garbage on the street, the donut shop on the corner are all mine to own, reflect and repurpose. The freeway overpasses, piles of construction materials, orange cones, the bike wheel chained to the parking meter, trees and signs, graffiti and the black outs painted over it, gravel, asphalt, wood, paper, paint, wire. Richness and squalor, danger and comfort all exist in this place.
Lately I have been working with more or less what comes my way. There is a huge refuse stream that passes by each of us, not only what we generate but also the byproducts of our workplaces and our larger societal construct. I dip in and rescue things that speak to me or suggest something larger or that allow enlargement. There is a certain amount of response to an object that has a history, but generally materials are worked spontaneously: painted, combined or modified to fit the vision I have or answer the formal questions I have asked.
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