I am playing with time. I am engaging with the past that creates the future or is it the present that recreates the past in order to devise a future of collected lives. Has the internet become the ultimate documentarian? Yet, its perspective is not clear - its POV is not objective, but random through subjective businesses that interact not because they see a united vision for the future, but because they must and in this way our culture is documented. I am playing with scraps, but they are the embodiment of actual events, designs, objects that my father, a designer created. I am playing, and thinking, dreaming while awake, of a man whom I only know through pieces of memory, stories, and documents. If I collect them all here will he seem more coherent to me?

He taught me the song I THOUGHT I SAW JOE HILL LAST NIGHT. Not until I went to graduate school did I learn that this was a Labor Song, an activist song. For me it was a lullaby.