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The works in this collection are composed of trash I pick up on daily walks in New York’s Central Park. I read once about ancient stone figures that had been meant as advertising for the skills of ancient weavers whose intricate patterns were etched in the stone. Objects of beauty for us now. they had once been discarded as trash. The trash I pick up today is different. It is mostly single-use plastic and other components that will not recycle, even over millenia. The challenge of using what is un-useable is exciting and offers the possibility of making art not only without adding to the waste stream but actually subtracting from it. A performative component happens while collecting the trash. It’s difficult to touch. If it is that revolting to a human, what must it be like for the creatures whose home these spaces are? Over time, I’ve come to think of picking up this trash and the slightly cleaner patch of ground I leave behind as an equal or even greater work of art made for them.