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 In my work I examine systems such as library catalogs, and their progressions away from physical paper. Much of this paper exists as a chaotic storm that settles as landfill once the system has died. It is our belief and use of these systems, and our sudden shifts in technology that creates enormous waste. Library cards are but one of many such systems. Office equipment suffers a similar critically important, yet short life span, machinery is outmoded and often discarded in full working order. Many of my earliest toys were office supplies; rubber stamps, staplers, out of date calendars I would reuse as notebooks. Office paraphernalia, library cards and ledgers, often-handled objects and evidence marks of the human touch in frayed edges. I am fascinated by the ghosts that have handled these objects; the hands I will never see. The text of the rolodexes sings the song of a road trip, memories appearing and fading. They are landscapes or diagrams presented in a circular form. Pressing the motor’s button is intended to give the viewer a random slice of poetic absurdity and serious thought. Much of the text in my work is not meant to be fully understood, only absorbed or observed. Snippets of truth are all I intend to show, glimpses of meaning between and through the lines.
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