Culture carries us, its fierce passengers, through times of transition. What stories might be told through objects from the lives of people who own them? 

The high gallery becomes a dry dock, with curved wooden ribs shaping the underbelly of a ship. Hand-built raw and fired clay grids are interstitial tissue. They enfold shards, souvenir pottery, a single wool mitten, shreds of art class experiments, a metal watch, 1000 lbs of Leda clay, 20,000 X magnification of Leda clay, a pink Limoge figurine, a discarded hospital gown. These are brought to the installation by people in Ottawa, friends and colleagues offering things that embody their personal experiences of migration, upheaval and change.