Control is an open-ended proposition - “one will continue to collect bits of irresistible cud for as long as the city keep spitting them up”, and like the nest of a dysfunctional magpie, Janula’s archive of the unwanted continues to grow and morph. Her objects are transposed, re-cast and re-imagined in a variety of ways. The semiology-continuum is disrupted as their spawn multiply and divide, copies of copies.