Trash is such a dirty word. In accordance with city ordinance, we only take it out after nightfall and come morning it has miraculously vanished. Like most human necessities, trash is a private thing, something we try to hide. The more we consume, the more we throw away. The home has become an organism for consumption. A suburban amoeba, the home takes in new products and excretes the old- the better the intake, the better the refuse.

In the series Recent Acquisitions, I assume the role of scavenger. Methodically combing the streets of Eastside Providence on Sunday nights, I photograph the detritus that people have unknowingly placed out for me as surrogates for their presence. This voyeuristic endeavor documents the transition of private belongings to public refuse and tells the story of each home's consumption. As a lifelong gleaner, I can't ever pass by a pile of trash without investigating it and wondering what recently acquired product might have ousted the old, unwanted possession into the street.