pictures.

I love looking at what we collect, what we surround ourselves with. Sometimes, i just want to make pictures of stuff. Just things. don’t get me wrong, i like people, but sometimes i feel like i get to know people better by just being able to look at their things. Maybe i just have an over active imagination. i imagine the life of an object - the trajectory it is on. This chair, where did it come from? where is it going?

While i don’t know where it came from, i do know that it’s heading to the home of a man trying to get his life back together. I don’t exactly know the choices he made, but i do know that at some point he lost custody of his daughter. Now, as in an effort to get her back, he is furnishing his new apartment with items from the community warehouse.