28 April, 2008

The first skip of Spring!

Last year I produced a little book of portraits of skips in my neighbourhood.

I love skips. I think they say so much. They are like art installations right out on the sidewalk for everybody to see and enjoy!

They are full of revealing details about our past - the dreams of our previous selves - and future.

Skips often accompany grand schemes of self-reinvention. Why does this person no longer need a mattress?

I also feel that skips represent the suffering caused by our attachment to material things. Once these things had meaning, now they don't. Once it was a gift, now it is landfill.