These found assemblages only exist for one day; set out on Sundays, and hauled away on Mondays. My Sundays are spent driving through unfamiliar neighborhoods, photographing once private possessions, now publicly disowned. From those photographs, I studiously paint individual piles isolated against white backgrounds. Each pile is a unique glob of colors, shapes, and textures; organized or disorganized based on the mysterious whims of their former owner. When viewed as a series, the piles present anthropological findings. Patterns emerge, with certain objects undeniably common: cheap plastic toddler toys, rotting lumber, leaky garden hoses, mattresses, soiled textiles, and unsalvageable furniture. Other outdoor disposable objects are noticeably absent: appliances, grills, lawn mowers; anything with a motor or made of metal. I see those absent objects stacked high, skating past on rattling trailers in tow behind bruised trucks.