All through our lives we own a huge range of plastic objects, often quite fleetingly. This work is my personal museum of plastic; every plastic object that I can remember owning, from early childhood to the present day. When I am dead many of these objects will still exist, in landfills, in lofts and in charity shops. The list is recorded on till roll scratched with a plastic tip, an ephemeral medium that will fade to nothing, just as the connection between the objects fades. Objects that were once connected and related, once again become free in space and time.
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