The Treasure in the Trash: Symbol and Art
My father was an inveterate and unapologetic garbage dump aficionado. On Sunday afternoons when I was a kid, it was off to the garbage dumps, known and unknown. Along with us would come one of my uncles, who had been a Japanese prisoner of war and came home . . . not quite right. One of the joys in his… Read More »The Treasure in the Trash: Symbol and Art