What might the ‘storage room’ at the back of a Green Street textile shop imply? Artists speak of ‘figure’ in a work, that which stands out from the ‘ground’. This drawing uses a kind of analogy: what is it that constitutes our ‘ground’ as people, our sense of ‘belonging’ inconspicuously in a place? I have used the words ‘mother’, ‘mother tongue’, ‘homeland’, in the different languages spoken in and around Green Street, such as Urdu, Hindi, Bengali, as well as English. They have been produced by rubbing so that they rise up through the paper from below. Applied to the top of the paper are perspectival renderings of storage boxes, fragile containers of the uncontainable, imposed on it from above and destined to fail as containers.