Cultural producer, facilitator, marketing officer, administrator and performing artist.
My Neighbourhood Walk
This project is about my neighbourhood.
This project is about people, place and time.
Each day for a week I visited the same spot 12 times a day.
Well.
I attempted to visit the same spot 12 times a day.
I may have slipped up 1 or 2 times on the last couple of days...
I left my house at 5 to the hour, for 12 consecutive hours in a day, and then stood in my designated spot for 10 minutes and then at 10 past the hour I took a photograph of the space (Litten Gardens) and then took a slow walk back home.
20 minutes x 12 hours = 240 minutes a day.
240 minutes x 7 days = 1,680 minutes a week.
So that's roughly around 1,680 minutes spent on this task.
A sudden stream of cars, what an odd time. Does this time still count as rush hour? I thought rush hour lasted between 4-6. That’s not an hour I know – but I didn’t coin the phrase. A jogger passes me and jumps as I'm hidden in the shadows. This makes me laugh. I am stood in front of someone’s garage; I am raised as I am stood on the ramp that leads to the garage. I am stood to the right of all the houses on Litten Terrace. In front of me is a red car. A Nissan.
I am greeted by the chiming of bells as I take my position. I stand outside the garage right next to an alleyway. The alleyway is on my left. I begin to become more cautious. This time another car has joined the one in front - however they have left almost a symmetrical gap for me to observe the small tree. A lorry breaks the constant flow of sound created by the cars passing by. And it's still raining. Raining harder.
Number 30, an elderly man, reaches over his TV to close his curtains. He is wearing big headphones. Number 37 looks like he is talking to himself as he paces around in his front room. There is a salt and vinegar walker’s crisp packet being pushed and pulled along the road by the wind where the plastic bag was last night. The cat is nowhere to be seen. And no bells can be heard. The silver Toyota passes me – he is driving slow – he is looking down at his phone rather than the wheel or road.
A sudden stream of cars, what an odd time. Does this time still count as rush hour? I thought rush hour lasted between 4-6. That’s not an hour I know – but I didn’t coin the phrase. A jogger passes me and jumps as I'm hidden in the shadows. This makes me laugh. I am stood in front of someone’s garage; I am raised as I am stood on the ramp that leads to the garage. I am stood to the right of all the houses on Litten Terrace. In front of me is a red car. A Nissan.
2009 vs 2014
Before and After.
To the right there is a slideshow.
The images on top are from Google Maps and were taken in June 2009.
My images are on the bottom and were taken in February 2014.
The following pictures map out the walk I performed day-to-day, hour-by-hour for mostly 12 hours a day, for 7 days.
Everything in the second picture looks a lot duller.
