Grunge

While cleaning my apartment the other day, something came to me. For the previous week, I had subconsciously been leaving dishes all over the place, stains in the kitchen, clothing everywhere for a purpose. While I had thought I was just being lazy, I believe that I was conducting a creative project.

The placement of tea stains, beer bottles and t-shirts was a developing pattern. One that was built over a period of days, relatively unconsciously.