A visual story of one man's life in a scrap yard.
Like in the painting by Michelangelo, Rusty's hand is extended forward, and God's finger, in the form of light, is reaching back.
Rusty happened to be at work in this scrap yard while I was there on set for a short film. When I saw him, I immediately knew I wanted to capture his story, and the film director thought I should too. So I ditched the set to pursue my own project.
A collection of parts for future use.
The hair, skin, sweat, expression, and eyes are all artistic elements combined together through a unique history, creating a masterpiece called Rusty.
In a beautiful way, it's almost like Rusty was born here. This garden of scrap metal is where he belongs. And the garden belongs with him. This is his home, his Eden.
Like a young child, Rusty is engrossed in a few pieces of metal that fit together. Not because it's simple or plain, but because his mind is imagining everything these tools could be used for.
If any pair of hands tell a story, this pair is the one.
When I saw Rusty months after taking this photo, he said to me, "I think I just used that part yesterday."
The scrap yard is full of tools and parts where, with knowledge like Rusty's, you can make a broken car start working again.
Rusty is determined to get the truck into working order again.
We are created by what surrounds us.
Our environment is part of who we are and consequently says something about us. You couldn't possibly get to know Rusty if I only showed you pictures of his face.
Rusty finds parts that may be useful in fixing or building.
As gritty as his appearance may be, Rusty can be quite warm.