I have been working as a professional photographer since 1999, a fact that means that I have now accumulated nearly 19 years of photographic images, both analog and digital. In reality, that amounts to a large wall of plastic boxes filled with negative sheet folders, print boxes and a history of dead hard drives and multiple DVDs of digital information. That is my archive. A mismatch of material that adheres to a variety of systems created to bring order to chaos. I am not a natural librarian, or an organized person, or even a detail-oriented person, but I am well-meaning and I do try my best. My archive is a reflection of this approach to my personal history. A confusion of stuff that only I can dissect.