In a reductive, stripped bare way, I am trying to arrest the process of degeneration of memory. With my tone sculptures and selective investigation and exposition of the small histories that have been passed over. Memories as ripples; echoing in concentric circles of diminishing energy until they are forgotten.

A peaceful reflection for today this day of remembrance. My grandfather, a casualty of the Great War, in mind and body, John Walker, here is your name etched in electrons and light for all to read and wonder who you were.