Hidden Landscapes Project

I’ve been sorting through my finds’ list this week, checking descriptions and possible categories, attempting to group things and doing an initial scan for trends and relationships. There are so many things that I collected that are small parts of a lost whole, little snippets of something unidentifiable and non-categorisable. Shards, fragments, pieces, parts are all words that continually arise and leave me wondering about the rest. These edge places are the place of the fragments, the broken and the left behind. These are the things that no one misses or ever knew they had. They appear to be the bits and pieces washed up on a social undercurrent; a kind of flotsam and jetsam of the town