It all began with one couch, one I threw out. And I just kept following in the wake... As fate would have it, the one I rescued from the street a decade later, brought the obsession full circle. Although that couch has been in the spotlight, I stand behind the anonymous sofas. The ones we all owned, once worthy. I feel that this body of work is about the shear volume of couch dregs. I want to document, for posterity, their public demise.

The Ugly Couch book proposal