Sometimes we look at household objects. Proximity can make anything seem significant. The bold dumbness of an object, sitting on a table, just being – it can seem so profound, because of (or despite) its inherent meaninglessness. Still, connections are established. Expectation and dismay coexist for the viewer, lingering within the absurdity of that deadpan stare. He is curious, momentarily captivated in his examination; he is also stymied, simultaneously, perhaps considering the futility of looking as a means of true comprehension.

In 2004 I experimented with a series of photographs of people seated in their homes, looking at objects that they owned.

Several of these images were selected for exhibition by a student curator at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts, and the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, showed Suburban Archaelogy in the winter of 2005. Images from the exhibition can be viewed within [sometimes] at good[eye]meriwether.