Almost everyday I walk past a telephone pole covered with years worth of rusted nails, staples, and tacks. This co-opted piece of infrastructure serves as a temporary signpost for messages of lost love ones, special events, and sales of personal belongings – it is an indirect record of surprisingly intimate exchanges within a community. I extracted the 1,296 pieces of hardware and used them to pierce this piece of paper, leaving behind their rusty residue.  30 x 30  2016
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