Rubbish
Whilst living in the wildest depths of Bedminster, I did a lot
of walking and came across a lot of rubbish. I started picking
up interesting looking items and discovering that these bits
and pieces were not actually rubbish at all. They were snippets
of people's lives, clues of their lifestyles, secrets and fantasies.
After finding copious amounts of ephemera ranging from didgeridoos
to love letters, I became less worried about looking like a
tramp rummaging through rubbish and increasingly obsessed with
scanning the pavements to see what I could find.
