There is a need to collect, to collate and to curate. Collections attempt to impose order on the world – to define, catalogue and differentiate. Museums are complicit – deciding what society deems valuable enough to preserve, which objects should explain our lives to future generations.

Now and again it is refreshing to stop trying to impose order and let random chance take over – letting fleeting ideas and day dreams collide. The objects on show are mementoes of these random coincidences, pinned down like butterflies or photographs and preserving their memories. They are curated without care for others’ definitions. They are modern day reliquaries holding fragments of the current, soon to be the past.