Wednesday, 31 August 2011
I re-visited one of the beaches that was particularly rich in beach-combing material last year. I remember that this one had all sorts of plastic and metal scattered around amongst the pebbles. Someone had collected a lot of it together and it sat in one place: a colourful heap of broken and discarded things and perhaps even more depressing because of being piled up together. I collected a bit more up to add to the pile or to take away and fiddle about with myself: one hand man made...
the other natural.
It gave me something to play with later on.