One morning I found a SothebyÕs catalogue from 1981 languishing on the curb, in the sun, abandoned. I picked it up - itÕs the kind of used paper I use for brush practice. After filling the pages with ink gestures, I ripped it up, the scraps scattered on the floor. I thought they were dead but as I gathered them up they came back to life. ÒTasteÕs Last SkrapÓ is the recatalogueing of the fragments of those used pages.