I am the keeper of memories. Searching for the spoils from the wreckage of forms that appear all around us. Collecting them into a whole. One day the beach belched up a wooden ship. There are tales of strange objects lodged in the sea bed. Vessels suddenly vulnerable, pounded by waves. If a ship breaks anchor or if it cannot sail out of the bay, it will end up dashed on the rocks or beached. Living in Nagoya and Tokyo Bay, Japan from 2007-2011 the intriguing forms of industrial, derelict, cramped and rusted objects appeared as a collective form. Nobody expects to chance on a wreck, a warship graveyard or abandoned ships. Like a deep-sea creature, I search for things, as they disappear, leaving only bubbles popping on the surface. In the tombs of the deep – every broken bit of ceramic, metal hook, chain link and every plank of timber is important. All these objects are mine.