For most of my adult life I have lived at the periphery of city centres, the prices of accommodation pushing me to the edges, to the suburban spaces.
There houses all resemble one another, red and yellow bricks often adorning the exterior. In front of them manicured front gardens and endless modern cars decorate the pavement.
Often too, green areas have been designed between the houses, pathways and alleyways creating a labyrinthine network of lanes for the pedestrians and cyclists in the know.
I am fascinated by those spaces, the sameness of them, the conformity created by big developers, and the alluring promise of a better quieter life away from the bustle of the city centre.
Recently I have taken to document those spaces I walk and cycle on a daily basis. I attempt to capture some the strangeness of the place, the repetition and the differences that seep through the cracks as people personalise their patch of land.