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Mapping The Plastic Oceans

A collaboration with Eva Clifford (evaclifford.com)

Plastic pollution of the world’s oceans is a rapidly increasing problem. Due to its slow decomposition rate, plastic - which has become entrenched in our disposable culture - is posing an urgent threat to the environment. Carelessly disposed of, it can end up in our rivers and streams, washing into the seas and eventually travel around the world in the vast ocean gyres (currents that sweep between the continents).

Large amounts of plastic have accumulated in 5 vast vortices in the Pacific, Atlantic and Arctic oceans. The first of these “garbage islands” to be discovered in the 1980s was the one in the north east Pacific, between Hawaii and the west cost of America, and covers an area roughly twice the size of the state of Texas.

The term “garbage island,” as these gyres of marine debris have become known by, is a misleading term. The plastic is not in one solid mass that is visible from space as we might imagine; it is only visible when one gets close to it. By attempting to physically map out these islands, our project attempts to bring attention to these vortices of garbage and highlight the impact they have on our oceans and wildlife in a visually striking way.

The text is mine, the photographs are Eva's

Plastic Oceans | Full Map | Photography by Phillip Job
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Photograph of handwritten note that reads: Beach combing. Eva and I arrive at the beach in the car. I pull over into a layby in the shelter of the high sea-defence, there to hold back the rising tides of climage change onthe south coast of England. We gather our camera equipment and rubbish sacks and climb the stairs up to the beach. Stepping into a stron sea breeze we get our first sight of Pett's Level beach. Typical Sussex coastline, it is a pebble beach rather than sandy; good news for me as my need for order means I could not have easily coped with draffing sand into even a hired car. The large, well maintained goynes that reach almost ot the seawall and lead down the steep beach to the shoreline in front of us. The rows of groynes are quite closely packed together and stretch as far along the beach as I...
Colour image of woman standing in front of a map of the Pacific Ocean, she has a pen in her hand and appears to be drawing on the map
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: ...can see. The tis is going out, and is already quite low, leaving us with quite a lot of beach to work on. All in all these first few signs make me thing we'll find quite a lot of debris to collect up on this stretch of beach: the tide should have washed stuff up a few hours ago and the groynes should have caught it too.  We then start scannign the beach in fron of us and both have the same thought: this beach looks surprisingly clean! Our reading so far has drawn images in our minds of beaches where you can't see the sand for the plasitc of multi-coloured tapestry of a shoreline ripe for the picking. Howe, we both wonder, do other artitsts walk the English coastline and find such rich pickings?
Colour image of a women drawling on a wall, on which a map of the Pacific coast of north america is projected. She is drawing along the coastline
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: We are here now so we head closer to the sea. A brought colour in the pebbles catches my eye a few meters away. I get closer and see a rather beat-up blue and green tennis ball: a dog's toy that was either not retrieved by the dog it was thrown for, or was left behind because it had seen better days and the owner decided a new one would be needed. Then, a few meters from the ball is a light blue piece of piping, about a food in length. Still not a lot for world being overcome by our debris. We'll come back for these pieces later, we're still trying to get our bearings. We walk on a bit closer to the water, wondering if today's high tide mark, which were are still above, will reveal richer pickings. We make it down to the water's edge and still dont' find...
Close up colour image of lots of small photographs of the sea, pinned to a wall. There is unravelled blue plastic rope draped over the pictures
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: ...much of the plastic rubbish we were expecting. We wander along the beach a bit futher and climb back up away from the shoreline. Then we find some small pieces of netting lying on the beach close to the groyne. It's time we started collecting. Donning a pair of plastic gloved and breaking out a plastic bin liner (oh the irony!) we start picking up pieced we have seen. One piece of blue nylon netting dropped into the wind blown bag (held tightly so as not to add to the problems we are trying to bring attention to), and I look down at my feet to see more I hadn't noticed before I pick up the next piece, as does Eva. We start moving around and every step I take seems to bring more rubbish to my attention...
Close up of colour photographs pinned to a wall, along with bts of plastic rope and other plastic items, a handwritten page is also visible
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: Our objective is to pick up plastic to use in our map, but I'm not going to be selective: if its not meant to be on the beach I'm going to pick it up and put it in my bag: plastic mabe the chief culprit we're looking for, but I'll take anything and hope to put it in landfill later. However, even with this frame of mind, there is very little of the the rubbish we are collecting rapidly that is not plastic: the odd piece of paper and tin can here and there, but it is chiefly plastic. Bottle topes, straws, lots of broken-up fishing net, a car fuel filler cap, bottles, a deckchair arm. We find all this and more as we collect from a very small section of beach. After a little while, Eva goss off to do her main task of the day, after a few pointers...
Close up of plastic waste pinned to a wall
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: ...she's off taking photographs with my trusty 5D in her hands while I continue to collect from the beach I become focussed on the square meter of pebbles at my feet as I wander: picking up evey piece of rubbish I see and putting it in my bag. Aside from stopping to try to dis-entangle seaweed from the netting so as to not have too smelly a collection, I just slowly move around and not covering a lot of ground. I occasionally look up to see where Eva is, noting she seems to be getting quite some distance away as I meander on a small section of beach. Soon I have a full bin liner. I decide to return to the car to leave it and then consult Eva about our next steps.
Image of a wall with photographs pinned around a hand drawn map of Texas, within Texas is the text: The great pacific garbage patch is located in north gyre off coast of california and largest site world. This floating mass plastic twice size texas with pieces outnumbering sea life six to one.
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: Beach combing. Eva and I arrive at the beach in the car. I pull over into a layby in the shelter of the high sea-defence, there to hold back the rising tides of climage change onthe south coast of England. We gather our camera equipment and rubbish sacks and climb the stairs up to the beach. Stepping into a stron sea breeze we get our first sight of Pett's Level beach. Typical Sussex coastline, it is a pebble beach rather than sandy; good news for me as my need for order means I could not have easily coped with draffing sand into even a hired car. The large, well maintained goynes that reach almost ot the seawall and lead down the steep beach to the shoreline in front of us. The rows of groynes are quite closely packed together and stretch as far along the beach as I...
Colour image of woman standing in front of a map of the Pacific Ocean, she has a pen in her hand and appears to be drawing on the map
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: We are here now so we head closer to the sea. A brought colour in the pebbles catches my eye a few meters away. I get closer and see a rather beat-up blue and green tennis ball: a dog's toy that was either not retrieved by the dog it was thrown for, or was left behind because it had seen better days and the owner decided a new one would be needed. Then, a few meters from the ball is a light blue piece of piping, about a food in length. Still not a lot for world being overcome by our debris. We'll come back for these pieces later, we're still trying to get our bearings. We walk on a bit closer to the water, wondering if today's high tide mark, which were are still above, will reveal richer pickings. We make it down to the water's edge and still dont' find...
Close up colour image of lots of small photographs of the sea, pinned to a wall. There is unravelled blue plastic rope draped over the pictures
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: Our objective is to pick up plastic to use in our map, but I'm not going to be selective: if its not meant to be on the beach I'm going to pick it up and put it in my bag: plastic mabe the chief culprit we're looking for, but I'll take anything and hope to put it in landfill later. However, even with this frame of mind, there is very little of the the rubbish we are collecting rapidly that is not plastic: the odd piece of paper and tin can here and there, but it is chiefly plastic. Bottle topes, straws, lots of broken-up fishing net, a car fuel filler cap, bottles, a deckchair arm. We find all this and more as we collect from a very small section of beach. After a little while, Eva goss off to do her main task of the day, after a few pointers...
Close up of plastic waste pinned to a wall
Colour image of a women drawling on a wall, on which a map of the Pacific coast of north america is projected. She is drawing along the coastline
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: ...can see. The tis is going out, and is already quite low, leaving us with quite a lot of beach to work on. All in all these first few signs make me thing we'll find quite a lot of debris to collect up on this stretch of beach: the tide should have washed stuff up a few hours ago and the groynes should have caught it too.  We then start scannign the beach in fron of us and both have the same thought: this beach looks surprisingly clean! Our reading so far has drawn images in our minds of beaches where you can't see the sand for the plasitc of multi-coloured tapestry of a shoreline ripe for the picking. Howe, we both wonder, do other artitsts walk the English coastline and find such rich pickings?
Close up of colour photographs pinned to a wall, along with bts of plastic rope and other plastic items, a handwritten page is also visible
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: ...much of the plastic rubbish we were expecting. We wander along the beach a bit futher and climb back up away from the shoreline. Then we find some small pieces of netting lying on the beach close to the groyne. It's time we started collecting. Donning a pair of plastic gloved and breaking out a plastic bin liner (oh the irony!) we start picking up pieced we have seen. One piece of blue nylon netting dropped into the wind blown bag (held tightly so as not to add to the problems we are trying to bring attention to), and I look down at my feet to see more I hadn't noticed before I pick up the next piece, as does Eva. We start moving around and every step I take seems to bring more rubbish to my attention...
Image of a wall with photographs pinned around a hand drawn map of Texas, within Texas is the text: The great pacific garbage patch is located in north gyre off coast of california and largest site world. This floating mass plastic twice size texas with pieces outnumbering sea life six to one.
Photograph of handwritten note that reads: ...she's off taking photographs with my trusty 5D in her hands while I continue to collect from the beach I become focussed on the square meter of pebbles at my feet as I wander: picking up evey piece of rubbish I see and putting it in my bag. Aside from stopping to try to dis-entangle seaweed from the netting so as to not have too smelly a collection, I just slowly move around and not covering a lot of ground. I occasionally look up to see where Eva is, noting she seems to be getting quite some distance away as I meander on a small section of beach. Soon I have a full bin liner. I decide to return to the car to leave it and then consult Eva about our next steps.