A large part of my practice is in the finding and sourcing, scavenging, collecting and hoarding of objects. Constantly keeping an eye out for the discarded or the overlooked. Something that had meaning and purpose in someone’s life; a tool, a toy, a souvenir, a decorative ornament; things that once had sentimental value, or treasured memories attached. These objects now discarded, sitting on the shelves of charity shops, in the boxed lots at auction houses or on pasting tables at car-boot fairs. Abandoned by human attention; now endlessly awaiting it. The notion of losing and finding and the continuous wearing-down of things in time, point backward to the cultures which produced them. I consider these objects; what worlds do they open up and belong to? What are their histories, their secrets…if they could speak, what stories would they tell?