It’s strange to think in my sophomore year of hight school I was asked to build a collage of junk material and then create a still-life sketch from it. I remember scouring my house and not being able to find anything so i went out to the barn. I ended up collecting a CD, soda can, piece of scrap tin, a ball of paper, and a piece of wood.
Maybe I felt everything had a purpose then but now i feel like i’ve collected too much out of impulse. It’s strange to think that the older I get the more junk I seem to find; Not only that but how much harder it becomes to keep junk separated from the rest.
