1. I have archived much of my life through collected objects.
2. I have moved a smaller studio, making it necessary that I get rid of a lot of these objects.
3. I have done so by using them as the raw material for one enormous collage, created inside a 30-yard dumpster.
4. Oh, also, I have photographed around 500 of these objects and will display them here, accompanied by a brief history of each item.


19 x 25.7 x 3 cm
My Great Uncle George was my favorite relative to visit when I was a kid. George lived in Vermont in a white house on a hill with a garage full of awesome crap to rummage through. One day, as a baseball obsessed 8-year old, I eagerly asked him if he still had his mitt from when he was a kid. 
"Ayup," he answered, as his right fist fell with a slap into the rough and  thick cushion of his left palm.
This was his hat.


  1. Quickly compelled to point out the underrated mesh style that a guy like George might have found comforting on a hot and unrelenting New England summer. But contrary to popular belief, the body does not lose most of its heat through the head, nor through the heart.

  2. St. Michael's Board of Directors for Uncle George, right?? Love the hat, can I have it??? LOL!

  3. Ayup he answered, as his appropriate anchor fell with a bang into the asperous and blubbery beanbag of his larboard palm. This was his hat.

    Fedora Hats