I’ve been working with the idea of value for a while, and I began notice what I can only call the piles of discarded stuff:  by the side of the road, on the back of a truck,  in my house.  

These piles of stuff are often temporary, and may be construction-related or just plain rubbish.  To the casual observer, it is just unorganized stuff.  

I began to see that these things have a way of aggregating themselves in a consistent way, often having to do with their transitional nature.  This provisional order is so consistent across many spheres of life, and it seemed to me to say something about how we live and what is important to us.   This work is my reaction to these observations.

The reactions are in many mediums (as there are many kinds of piles and many reactions) -- "identities in vacuum sealed bags, " a tableau of refuse, and drawings but also night-lights, exit signs and, condensations.

My wish is that seeing this work changes something about the way you see your everyday world.