It may look like angry breakup art, but that's not quite the message. This piece is more about inspiration than anything else. My work springs from my surroundings, and I live near the city. Some people are moved by bucolic scenes, and love nothing more than trees,sunsets, and flocks of birds flying off in the distance. Personally, I love nothing more than rusted, burnt-out, ratty, dirty garbage. I get more use out of old telephone poles covered in rusty staples and old bits of "lost cat" posters than I could ever get out of a sunrise over the ocean. The most exciting finds for me are weathered bits of grafitti in alleys behind local restaurants.
This image started out as a photo of me taking my students on a fiield trip through Harvard Square. I combined it with other images I took during that trip, including textures from old telephone poles, numbers posted on a truck,and lines drawn over a newspaper dispenser. The best find of the day was the word "trash" scrawled on a mailbox.