There is something worth looking at in a crushed Pepsi can.

This series started on foot. Walking my neighborhood, I kept stopping at the same thing: discarded packaging on the ground, Marlboro boxes, soda cans, fast food wrappers, each one carrying the full graphic weight of American brand design, bent and burned and worn into something new. I became obsessed with the question of where these things had been. Who used them. How far they traveled between purchase and pavement.

What I saw wasn't litter. I saw micro-sculptures. Iconic American typography and color, distorted by pressure and time into abstract, almost painterly forms. The grit and grime weren't flaws. They were the record.

So I brought them into the studio and gave them the treatment. Clean light, tight framing, the full attention I'd give any product shoot. The result is a still life series that pays honest tribute to the graphic beauty hiding in plain sight on every sidewalk in America.

American Trash is about looking closer at what everyone else steps over.