Every thing like this is a clue, a reflection of the values and idea\s of our culture, of our civilization. 
The jarlsberg cheese sticker frame (part of a painting I am working on) embodies this concept. it is a sheet of stickers 'included' with the block of cheese, to be used by a grocer to label individual wrapped cut cheese packets, with the brand and nutrition facts.  @the grocery store, where i work, there is not a use for these stickers because we print our own labels for deli items that we cut,

The long and short of it is that one day I opened a new block of the cheese and saw that it came with 3 sheets, each containing 9 stickers. I kept/stole them(to keep is inherently to steal - to steal from the cycle of existence within whichever system one entity exists).
I kept them in my back pocket the whole day, because I didn't want anyone to see that I was taking them,,, and then they were left in my car for a couple days before I remembered them and brought them inside. Then they sat on my desk for a while.
Until feeling restless one evening I began placing them on my printer. decorating it . 

When the stickers were removed from a sheet, there was still a sticker frame, resembling architectural motifs, arches, stacked, 3x3. A repetition of a pattern that has existed for likely thousands of years. This pattern was the last husk of what it once held.
An object created and entirely unused for its intended purpose, destined to be discarded. Now dissect that object, take from it its fruit, the stickers themselves, as if you are peeling an orange, you are left with just the peel, but not even that, the peel would be more akin to the sheet upon which the stickers sat. No, the frame is less than a peel, something more insignificant. A useless, unwanted, crust. refuse -
and yet in this refuse, we see represented an arguably beautiful structure, the blue a brilliance of color once reserved for the most holy of depictions, utterly wasted.
Waste is the output of an inefficient system, energy leaking out in forms other than that intended by the process of conversion it is a part of. This waste is powerful, imbued with something which I find fascinating. That energy is not gone, it exists in the waste, perhaps these kinds of cast offs are holy artifacts. 
Organic waste, shit, rot, stink, and death, is key to the cycle of natural growth and life. it is fertile. Does this same principal apply to artificial waste? Is there a way that it can be fertile. 
This is one of the questions I wish to explore when I begin a painting by placing the sticker frame onto a piece of wood board.