I saw myself drawn directly to the exterior of the property – its surprisingly lush and private garden. Although fairly impersonal and managed by the landlord's gardener, the enclosed back garden offered dappled shade via a large monkey puzzle tree, and ivy rankles draped across the garden walls.
When captured through the handground lens and imperfect, time-weathered wooden plate holders of the Victorian plate camera that I use, this vegetation becomes abstracted and more textural; a way of filtering / mitigating / parsing light and shade.
In contrast to the generic detailing of the interior impersonal house fixtures, these shapes burst out in unique organic expression. There is beauty and exuberance – exoticism, even – a fine, subversive counterpoint to the grinding monotone sameness / likeness of shared communal living.