A collection of images I've shot that were intended to involve a feeling of misplacement, and a general sense of things forgotten and where they are now. 

  How can an “evidence of memory” end up in a garbage bin like the picture above? Or next to it? When does a photograph stops being the proof that something happened and ends up being an annoying piece of paper with a picture on it? What is that which drives people to give up their whole family, inside of half torn-down houses, hanging from frames on the walls, for over decades?  You stir up t...

chewed off his leg and threw it into the fireswallowed and digested down into ash and bilehe cried out for an answer but fire doesn’t talk fire only screams out for more as it consumes all its food made of flesh and blood but stillhe demands why exactly this is called for missing his leg he shoves in a peg on his stumpbuys himself a boat and calls himself popeyedespite his arms being wiry stick...

We met in church. Or, out of churchWe met before, two stray delinquent friend-of-friendsIntroduced, then. But never met beforeI took you where the ...