overwhelm me
with color & story

It began in the mid 90’s in New York City.  On trash night, dozens of neatly stacked bundles of magazines bound in twine would appear on the curb. Walking the East Village was like foraging for treasure.  Magazines that I’d never read, were suddenly fascinating.  Images that I’d never looked twice at were suddenly vibrant and captivating.  There are worlds upon worlds, in those discarded magazines.  And as I’d tear into their pages, I’d cut pieces out and glue new worlds together by hand. 

... The less I’m aware of what I’m doing,
the more fun I have figuring out what it is…