NOTES
... Because people want to know what is at the end of the District Line...
... And we may imagine, heading out there one day, in defiance of habit, rumors of fantastic wildlife and cheap HD camcorders, but we rarely do. So these pictures emerge from the privilege of being able to go and stay the night, bringing back images of what life is like at the end of the line, where tube trains sleep and each breath partakes in the ever pungent optimism of the garden city...
... I romanticize like I drop litter. If there is an aesthetic emerging from these images it is about responding to a place as it is, quickly and intuitively, believing it to be forever moving between media, depicting itself again and again through the different imaging possibilities each provides...
... How well I slept, how well I ate, how quiet it seemed, no internet connection, many houses unsold, how much like the countryside, whatever that is...
... Images tuned to the feelings prompted by your name on the front of a tube train. Images aligned with Google Maps, the Gherkin, the Green Belt and the A13...
... Back home I could, for example, print these images out and sell them, standing alongside the sellers of fake DVD's on Whitechapel High Street. Would the attraction of suburbia still resonate here? Would I prove more or less commerically sucessful than a pirate copy of Kungfu Panda?...
... Still I remember the midnight streets full of people in their pajamas eating bowls of cornflakes...
