That first day was the morning after a fierce storm and the beach was littered with all sorts of plastic trash. I gathered up as much as I could
and dragged it along with the intention of disposing of it properly.
Once I got it home it sat there for a few days. Then I began to gather more.
The refuse seemed to take on a special significance once in another context... all these objects; lost, tossed and calcified...they took on a forlorn yet covetable meaning. The collection grew but there was not any clear use for it at the time.
