‘Usually my journey home... by bus... from work, is a mix of elation and tiredness. On good days, I'll make an effort to notice my surroundings... (it was a bit of a shock to discover, now that it's getting lighter in the evenings, that the area near where I work is actually surrounded by these beautiful hills - in addition to a council estate, the motorway and an industrial estate). So. Noticing. I look for these, what I sometimes call, sculptural occurrences. Mostly, small fleeting material occasions where a colour or a form of something almost laughably ordinary, catches my gaze.
I sat in the bus the other day and suddenly, while looking out the window, I saw this white, ring-shaped piece of plastic, about 5 cm in diameter I think or lets say 7, 7 cm in diameter... hung on this thin branch like an odd Christmas ornament, and dozens of other branches formed a dark backdrop for this... thing, making it stand out even more. I really wanted to capture this constellation of objects. Take a picture. I also knew it would mean having to get out of the bus at the next stop and walk back five minutes. It was cold and I was sleep-deprived, so I didn't move. But the image stayed with me. So much so, that I did go back two days later. Of course the white ring was long gone, a good gust of wind must have blown it into the river nearby...
These sorts of moments preoccupy me. They become (photographic) images or intersect with language (when I use them as a writing prompt for example) or they 'just' add another layer to how I think about and perceive (my place in) the environment I'm in…’