Williamson and Lamb collect and question, hoard and interrogate. The ephemeral is gathered and the feral is recalled.
For Williamson it is as if nothing is allowed to go unnoticed. Moments lost are like little deaths, missed opportunities to cut out and keep ordinariness. Objects maybe half-inched or unmade. Polystyrene cups run over by tea swigging cabbies, pre-owned plastic buckets and rhythms of people passing overhead on motorway bridges. The event of the second glance and awareness of our auto-middens.
Lamb also goes trawling through histories and memories - both personal and bootlegged, seeing what the days catch might yield; piratical art history, archives of ripped out pages, odds and ends, art refuse: art as rag and bone man.
Williamson and Lamb make house clearances, mausoleums and museums of stuff. Work that would be suited to an end of life room; an innings worth of collectables and noticeables piled high in the corners for all to pay their respects. They are picking paths through the stuff we choose to have close to us and the bits we push away. Ashes and trophies.