The image here depicts the start of a somewhat violent head clearing chapter in my life as an artist. There's a half century of photographic images shot on negative and positive film in my archives, along with the hardware remnants of those analogue days. Sifting through the filing cabinets and recycled Kodak boxes in the past year has been a mostly pleasant flow of memory joggers. Some images had dropped from my radar since shooting them, and some I have no recollection of shooting, at all - that's a bit scary. And there are some negatives, slides, and prints that I'd just as soon forget.
I had a bad habit early on of not jotting down who’s who in the shots: some with just a first name, some with no date, as if I'd remember later to fill in the blanks. Now, unless I like an image, there’s no sense in keeping any I can’t put a name to. But rather than bag intact and toss the curb for trash pickup, I thought it best I should mess them up a bit to protect the unknown person's identity.
The thought crossed my mind that this was a waste of time, but after checking out the shreds, the cut-ups, the hole-punched, I thought these outcasts might have a second life. So, I've saved a bunch. The resulting bits are the raw materials for new imagery, this time in a digital environment. As a bonus, I'm now beginning to see what's left in the photographic forest after some deep pruning. I can't wait 'til spring.