Before the work, there is the collecting. I’m a magpie for fragments: eyes to the floor, looking for potential. My sculptures are made from what is around our feet, what falls out of pockets, what we walk past or throw away. I take them because they are there and keep me guessing. I don’t want to know what the outcome will be: I am the opposite of a factory. A production line for nothing. I make things unpristine, precarious, like you’ve caught them in a moment. I want my work to be seen out of the corner of your eye, a slight disruption. I think about the offcuts of life: the sections of a cinema screen blocked by someone’s head in front, the moments you miss from blinking, the times you look away. These small invisibilities show how what we see is always incomplete. There’s always a puzzle piece missing.