^{As the project needed to address the South West we settled on the notion of an archive of sand collected from beaches along the length of the South West Coast Path, some 630 miles in distance.}

We wanted to ask questions about place, presence, diversity.

We wanted to explore what it means to live and work in the South West… though this is the second home capital of the UK, it is so much more than an annual stop off for tourists - it is also the disproportionate land of England's explorers and heroes: Sir Francis Drake, Sir Walter Raleigh, Robert Falcon Scott, William Bligh, both Thomas Hardys (the admiral of Kiss me Hardy fame and the writer).

This peninsular is Britain's gateway to the rest of the world.

Limited for time we were forced to choose strategic points on the South West Coast Path that had meanings to us and our travels.

Some we chose because of their proximity to others (Cape Cornwall, Sennen Cove), some because of personal associations (Porthkidney Sands, Mousehole). Occasionally we enlisted family and friends to collect samples on our behalf, to see what decisions they would make (Par, Perranporth), our only direction to them being to take their sample from the high water line.

The accumulation of an archive takes time and this project is just a snapshot of a moment in time.

Sand is seemingly infinite, and fleeting; washed in and washed out with the tide, constantly moving as it is ground by the force of the sea.

No archive escapes this process of entropy.

Imagine counting every grain of sand on a beach; or trying to count every grain of sand at the high water mark.

Imagine just trying to count all the grains of sand collected and contained in a small plastic grip bag.

Sand is a definition of endless possibility.