One way ashore, a thousand channels
—Édpuard Glissant, Poetics of Relation


There was an isolation and loneliness to the scarecrows. You never see two together. They’re always alone, doing some important, solitary job for the person who made them.
—PumpkinRot

Elizabeth Herring created two scarecrows out of thrifted clothing and panty-hoses, accompanied with a traveler's journal for their fantasy vacation. The scarecrow's "important solitary" job is in the eye of the beholder, as is the archivist's time spent cataloguing. Why might we ingest, describe, and share single art objects with others? What can our ephemera tell us about our messy and contradictory lives?