It is: 'a new pastime taking off in Sweden that sees people going for a jog, and at the same time picking up litter. You pick and you jog – hence the term ‘plog.’
Yesterday I was running with Lyra and found two 'hedge balloons' which I stopped to collect and stuff in my poo bag. I am a plogger. Who knew? My eyes are always peeled for that perfect piece of plastic…
In general my plastic comes from a few different routes: people bring me plastic; I save obselete plastic that I get in my life and I find plastic when i walk and run.
This collage began with some red I got from a friend. It suggested Matisse to me as I moved forward. It didn't come easily but when I'd finished, I knew it was done.
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