Photographer Bill Pusztai’s parents were, for many reasons, pack rats. When his family moved out of its longtime home, Pusztai was left with the job of shifting through the collection of items. It was his creativity that saved his sanity. “To me it looked like a limitless sea of junk, but worse, a field sown with little emotional landmines,” said Pusztai. “To try to make sense of the assault of emotions, I did what any artist might do: I [aestheticised] the experience. Standing back and looking at the objects themselves … It was a while before I realized that ‘What does it remind you of?’ has always been one of my most useful ways of approaching art too.”