Working with gold leaf, I gilt local plants, seeds, shells and a dried-up antlion, I found in my near surroudings. I collect them during walks with the kids, the dog, on my way to and from. I let them dry on my windowsill, or I find them already completely dried by the heat of the sun. Giving a chance at eternal life for the smallest of things, a fallen leaf, dandelion seeds ready to begin another life cycle, captured in a glass globe or laid out on velvet. I ponder on the concept of museums, nature versus culture, classification systems, taxonomy and public-personal places and incarnations of memory. This ongoing body of work is part of my general interest in the development of language and identity.