The driftwood swimmers were the first pieces I made when I moved to the coast. In an attempt to describe my sea swimming anxieties, I used miniature figures (breaking their little arms and legs to make them swim). They dash across the top of their plastic sea, their little legs dangling in the huge ocean or climbing out on to rocks, the depth of which they know not, but we can see the rock going down and down into the deep murky waters. They look vulnerable and small. Sometimes they stand on the driftwood shore complete in their neoprene gloves and boots contemplating the cold salty. Will they or won’t they?