Even the little things have stories. Things found on the ground, whether fallen from pockets or tossed aside, become unsuspecting souvenirs of the people who dropped them. I am a connoisseur of everyday artifacts and a treasurer of the stories left in things left behind. I spin these anonymous heirlooms one-by-one into intricate webs of broken memories and frayed relationships, making open-ended memoirs for an unreliable narrator.

By scrambling the mundane, I speak a language of cultural debris.