The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people, the broken things, the broken thoughts. The whole city is a junk heap. It suits my purpose admirably. I find the streets an endless source of material, an inexhaustible storehouse of shattered things. Each day I go out with my bag and collect objects that seem worthy of investigation. My samples now number in the hundreds – from the chipped to the smashed, from the dented to the squashed, from the pulverized to the putrid - Paul Auster / City of Glass

GOMI is a daily chronicle of lost or discarded objects, collected over the course of one calendar year (2010).

GOMI is Japanese for trash or junk. It is garbage, kipple, refuse, and as such it represents the sea of cast-off goods and waste, the forgotten dreams that float our lives. The commodity and trash are as closely linked as production and consumption, one may even describe GOMI as the ghostly apparition of the commodity, haunting our streets as an omnipresent reminder of some vague promise unredeemed - the promise of a consumerist paradise, which inevitably turns out to be a mirage.