Automatic poetry of the discarded.
These photos were taken in the late ‘90s to early 2000s, on the banks of the Thames; from Greenwich to Graves End on the South and Tower Bridge to Mucking on the North.
The weathering effects of the environment, the movements of the river, thoughtless fly-tipping and casual graffiti produce a kind of dadaist cut up technique, which composes random associations of discarded objects and messages; they have come adrift from the moorings of their original context and been reassembled like a kind of automatic poetry in the landscape.
From these chaotic convergences occasionally come small scenes that appear to contain some sort of significance or aesthetic for me. I am suspended between believing that I am divining the hidden spirit of the city or undergoing some sort of self- imposed psychological experiment, like a vast Rorschach test.