I make outsized wall drawings of cities culled (usually) from piles of paper scraps.
Cities interest me as teeming containers for everything. I admire the adaptive sensibility of tinkerers, patchers, foragers, and those who make-do, like a friend who keeps bees in a 12 x 12 back yard, or my neighbors who know that the empty mint house down the street is a great source for all their spearmint needs. I like seeing apartments become galleries, lots become soccer pitches, and stoops become gathering places. A conjoined block of back porches, cellular in appearance, but as various as its inhabitants, is my favorite view. Cities like this are worth aspiring to.
When I tear drawings down, the parts get stuffed into bags for eventual reuse in later drawings. A bank of rowhomes becomes a teetering television antenna, or a moveable type sign becomes a sidewalk. When I piece parts together, I leave the joints exposed. I value tape as both an adhesive and as a line.
I rarely picture people in my constructions, but people are not absent. Architecture interests me the moment it becomes humanized.