I’m back in my studio, and have planted the garden with vegetables and fruit in pots to tempt and inspire me, as they crawl along the footpath and driveway, over fences and offer up their daily pickings. the shapes intrigue me, their interactions form conversations with each other and the animals that live among them. Entwining their lives with mine, I am intrigued that these plants have followed humans around for millennium, thriving on our ash and waste, while feeding us. In monoculture, we miss this dynamic, and it seems like missing the point of our place in time, space and collective memory.