Trees are felled to produce junk-mail, absolute nonsense about: "gutter cleanings" & "re-electing republicans for town council" & that is bad enough, but the sheer volume of this unwanted paper being thrown out - unlooked at- makes it all the sadder.  I try to turn this slew of "introductory offers" & similar trash back into something large, loud, & colorful.

Frequently, these are scenes that seem to take place partway through some sort of story - illustrations for a narrative that hasn’t been shared.  Any events, before or after, are open to consideration, to discussion, & debate. 

The part that I like the best is people standing in front of the art: thinking.  In this way, what was recently discarded is honestly considered for the first time.  And, as beautiful as I try to make these recycled media pieces, other people's minds inventing personalities, backstories, & justifications for a world fabricated (with unattended pieces of our real one), that is the part that amazes me.