Take a relaxing walk along an Ontario beach. Here’s what you might expect to see - water and sand and ducks and maybe some beach goers enjoying summer and lying on blankets in their most attractive and alluring beachwear. Here is what you don’t want to see, but in fact do see - plastic waste floating in the water, beer cans sticking out of the sand and mountains of cigarette butts. The beach is being used by many as a great big ashtray. I am addressing this negligence in a piece entitled Beachwear. A plaster cast of a woman’s swim suit is adorned with cigarette butts. They are organized in a simple, daisy pattern, which from a distance appears not unlike any ordinary benign pattern one might find on a pretty, summer garment. Masses of cigarette butts line the inside of this ‘fabric’ - random and disorganized - like menacing layers of toxic threads on the underside of a piece of cloth. While maintaining a feminine structural form, the body of the piece is left deliberately ’unfinished’ - cavernous and skeletal. Beachwear is blatantly and disturbingly ironic. While swimming, bathing and water in general connote a sense of health and cleanliness, this piece deliberately reflects quite the opposite. In effect, it is Mother Nature’s bathing suit.