Foreshore
Thames Foreshore Researching Mudlarking led to a new perspective of London, of the shore that rests by the ebbing river. I've been down to the river before, the low tide and old steps inviting the public to the pebbles and sand; but the project framed this environment in a new way. We woke in the early hours, travelled to tower bridge and while it was still dark went down the steps to the foreshore, London was empty of people, he only sound was the water and our footsteps against the rocks and brick. From tower bridge we walked to Waterloo, only break-ing our tracing of the shore when water covered it. A new map was forming in my head, this one wasn't about roads or streets but of the sand and debris that made up this new path; a path with new histories being thrown up each tide cycle. Standing below the streets and motions of the city, watching the slew of commuters move across London Bridge. All this seemed poetic; the motions of humans and the river, the cycle our ha...
