I started photographing a collection of small objects to be blown-up into large scale framed prints. As I began to gather random objects that had some personal meaning, I realized there was a pattern to my choices.
Purely coincidence, seriously, I had a rock I pilfered from the coast of Martha's Vineyard, my grandmother's sewing scissors, and a collection of vintage calling cards. I'm not sure what but, I have a notion this must mean something.
