This project is a personal reaction to being a victim of crime.  Its also a visual investigation into the complex relationship that humans have with the landscape, in particular the intersection between the wilderness and urban dwellings.

It all started from a knock on my front door at 6:30am by uniformed police: to report that our vehicle had been stolen, over night, and it was now on fire in the nearby Wild Park – a nearby area of astonishing beauty, closest area of wilderness to the city center, part of South Downs National Park.

These series of events, made an imprint, nonetheless by the powerlessness of the police force to address them – I since found out.  We were just another incident in a long string of historical incidents,  spanning back decades.

As the project develops, I’ve become fascinated about the back-stories, to these irregular dots on the landscape, and how they link back to people and the bordering city.

We were now linked to the many who share the same experience: Walking Wild Park.

 

Hollow on the wall

Hollow on the wall

First tree

First tree

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