Box Gilbert Close is a collection of odd, disconnected and lost objects. Possessions that have lost the appreciation and connection to their owner in my grandmother's old and empty South Wimbledon council flat - a place that carries small pieces of a past of six siblings and my grandparents' home.
From a dysfunctional piece of keyboard rubber and an odd stripy sock, a green sieve and a toy's knitted outfit, each piece of forgotten memory is echoed in reminiscence through the warm red knitted oddities and wiggly line drawings. In a way it is a giving back appreciation to the objects.