Red Plastic Pieces
The only surviving parts of a tree swing bought for my children many years ago.
A tree swing thing.
A curious pen.
A piece of rubber.
None of these are remarkable on their own.
What matters is the story they unlock, the questions they ask and the patterns they reveal.
The first exhibits are taking shape in the shed.
The collection begins with things I couldn't quite throw away.
The only surviving parts of a tree swing bought for my children many years ago.
Bought for reasons I can no longer remember.
Clearly important to something. No longer attached to it.