This is a public scrapbook.
It holds fragments: photographs, scans, notes, pages I kept, things I made or noticed and didn’t want to lose. Some entries come from decades ago, others from yesterday.
The pieces are not arranged to tell a neat story. They appear the way memory does—out of sequence, resurfacing unexpectedly, sometimes connected and sometimes simply standing on their own.
Many of these fragments were never meant to be part of a finished work. They were sketches, observations, small moments of curiosity, or reminders to look more closely. Over time they became a quiet record of how a life unfolds through images, ideas, and chance encounters.
I’m adding to this slowly, one piece at a time. Not to assemble a complete narrative, but to see what remains when a life is revisited in pieces.