Most of the pieces in each sculpture were easily recognizable as their source, yet sometimes a piece incorporated an odd bit that was impossible to identify. The more I looked at them, I realized that each piece was actually a little story, or a poem, sort of a Haiku to a technological consumerist era. The discovery that they all had pins on the back for wearing them added a talisman quality to each art piece. They became good luck charms in a post / post-modern world. I wear mine as a card carrying member of some underground devolutionary movement, moving anonymously, yet proudly through the wad of unknowing heathens who rule over this planet. Mark Mothersbaugh