I have this obsession with coffee cups that most people can't understand. Hell I barely understand it myself. Well, to be honest I've barely even grazed the tip of the iceberg. But that doesn't matter, in fact it is almost better not knowing where it comes from. This way I am able to explore the obsession on path i wish.
Just over two years ago "I began an ongoing project called Coffee Cup Genocide in which I take pictures of discarded coffee cups I find on my daily travels... Although I use them as reference material most of the photographs can stand on their own as pieces of art. They show the strength and resilience of something as simple as a coffee cup; they can be faded by the weather, run over by a car, or torn by man or beast and still be recognized as coffee cups." Trevor Guiden, Cartoons and Coffee, 2008
I have become a hunter. I stalk my way through the streets, camera at the ready, eyes always searching, until I see one. Once I have shot it my pace slows. Where there is one, there may be more. What's that! Oh never mind that, its just a McFlurry cup. My "kills" number in the 6000's and grow every day.
Think about that for just one second, I'll wait.
I am just one guy, little old me. I walk to work, and wherever else I need to go, but its never very far at all. So if I can accumulate that number of coffee cups, while ommiting any other cup and every other peice of litter, how much litter is there? Anyone good at algebra math problems cause I think this is a hard one.
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