Collected Works
Welcome to Collected Works. This collection is extra-thematic. Think of it not as the product of a frustrated, un-credentialed curator, but more like Haňťa the paper crusher in Too Loud A Solitude.
I name things how I feel. I do some research. Enough to be somewhat accurate. And I get creative with [descriptive titles], but not the important things.
Some get on the wall. Some will get sold through dealers, but none have yet. Because the real treasures, I treasure.
I have a few archival boxes in dark cool places.
My sources are the detritus of people's lives, and often, collections just like mine. I resist the impulse to acquire them all, mine too will be sold in an estate sale one day.
Sometimes I buy something that is so remarkable I can’t believe I never heard of the artist. And that’s maybe the point. I’m struggling in my appreciation for photography lately.
Dead photographers don’t self-promote. Living photographers in estate sales have little value. Being wowed in this space is the exercise/art of all of this.
When I lost my sense of smell from Covid, for weeks I had a daily ritual where I looked at an orange, imagined the smell of it, then deeply inhaled it with no scent.
Then one day, a miracle.
"Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop ...." -Bohumil Hrabal
