I’m adding the finishing touches to this latest flotsam weaving, Weybourne, Norfolk (October 2013).
This tapestry features fishing line, netting, twine, textiles, fluff from tennis balls, twigs, fishing tackle and shipping container security tags.
Of special interest to me is the ticket, a reference to the local North Norfolk Railway. It had probably dropped out of a pocket on the beach when I lifted it out of the surf.
I love including textual references in these weavings. They lend themselves so well to telling a story. We are narrative creatures, and surround ourselves with stories – news, history, gossip – and this ticket is a mere tatter of a story to fire our imagination…
Who dropped this ticket? Were they visiting North Norfolk on holiday? Who were they travelling with? Where do they live? How do they earn a living?
It caused me to think about the fragments we leave behind. Much like the pottery used by archaeologists to date settlements, our generation will leave a soup of plastic in our wake. What do these shards of consumerism say about us as a society?