While living in London between 2006 and 2008, I began taking long walks, using the time to explore the city in which I was living. I began photographing lost objects and trash that left out on the street. Over the two year time span, I amassed a great number of photographs. After a while, it occurred to me that there were a number of mattresses in my collection of trash pictures. Then, I began seeing them everywhere, even after I moved back to the US. It felt as if these mattresses were actually following me. They became a photographic compulsion, which has now resulted in a collection of between 26 and 30 photos.
So much of our lives are spent on mattresses. Life can be created on one. Life can be lost on one. It is where we dream. It is where we love. It is where we mourn. Through the experiences that occur on them, mattresses become objects holding memories, both pleasurable and painful.
Yet when they have passed their usefulness, we take these memory filled objects and throw them away on the street. As if they had no value at all. We abandon them because as objects devoid of context, they have no meaning. They simply take up space.
My love for these mattresses comes from the need to nurture the abandoned. To me these photos are not of trash or useless articles. They are the final portraits of forgotten memories.