Nice Cans   Long before I had ever discovered Ed Ruscha's pictures of household products, I'd gathered many dented, dried-up, rusty cans and fogged, solvent-filled bottles while scouring junk shops, flea markets, relatives’ basements and attics. Having spent lots of time as a child with two uncles who were sign painters, I’ve long been captivated by typography and lettering. I’ve honored that attraction by making still-lifes of containers, celebrating their inherent graphic appeal, and taking ordinary, everyday objects and raising their status from overlooked and discarded to glorified. These bottles and cans, the refuse of work-a-day life, become modest industrial sculptures.  The containers have been shot identically: isolated, centered, and silhouetted against a white background -- set up as if they’re spot-lit, yet bashful, performers who’ve just taken the stage, accompanied by beautifully grainy shadows.

Nice Cans

Long before I had ever discovered Ed Ruscha's pictures of household products, I'd gathered many dented, dried-up, rusty cans and fogged, solvent-filled bottles while scouring junk shops, flea markets, relatives’ basements and attics. Having spent lots of time as a child with two uncles who were sign painters, I’ve long been captivated by typography and lettering. I’ve honored that attraction by making still-lifes of containers, celebrating their inherent graphic appeal, and taking ordinary, everyday objects and raising their status from overlooked and discarded to glorified. These bottles and cans, the refuse of work-a-day life, become modest industrial sculptures.

The containers have been shot identically: isolated, centered, and silhouetted against a white background -- set up as if they’re spot-lit, yet bashful, performers who’ve just taken the stage, accompanied by beautifully grainy shadows.

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  Nice Cans   Long before I had ever discovered Ed Ruscha's pictures of household products, I'd gathered many dented, dried-up, rusty cans and fogged, solvent-filled bottles while scouring junk shops, flea markets, relatives’ basements and attics. Having spent lots of time as a child with two uncles who were sign painters, I’ve long been captivated by typography and lettering. I’ve honored that attraction by making still-lifes of containers, celebrating their inherent graphic appeal, and taking ordinary, everyday objects and raising their status from overlooked and discarded to glorified. These bottles and cans, the refuse of work-a-day life, become modest industrial sculptures.  The containers have been shot identically: isolated, centered, and silhouetted against a white background -- set up as if they’re spot-lit, yet bashful, performers who’ve just taken the stage, accompanied by beautifully grainy shadows.
mysticfoam-cristy.jpg
comet-withborder.jpg
jetoil-kreml.jpg
whisk-withborder.jpg

Nice Cans

Long before I had ever discovered Ed Ruscha's pictures of household products, I'd gathered many dented, dried-up, rusty cans and fogged, solvent-filled bottles while scouring junk shops, flea markets, relatives’ basements and attics. Having spent lots of time as a child with two uncles who were sign painters, I’ve long been captivated by typography and lettering. I’ve honored that attraction by making still-lifes of containers, celebrating their inherent graphic appeal, and taking ordinary, everyday objects and raising their status from overlooked and discarded to glorified. These bottles and cans, the refuse of work-a-day life, become modest industrial sculptures.

The containers have been shot identically: isolated, centered, and silhouetted against a white background -- set up as if they’re spot-lit, yet bashful, performers who’ve just taken the stage, accompanied by beautifully grainy shadows.

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