My work concerns the landscape I know and live in. This is a constructed environment where the natural world is most often seen through a glass screen. The norms of night and day, hot and cold, winter and summer are smoothed out to a median environment in which the commuter and office worker can exist comfortably in an artificially controlled world while rain, snow, cold, heat and night is kept at bay by as little as a pane of glass.

In a new housing development cars and buildings prove contemporary subjects for urban landscape even when fields are a few hundred metres away. The occupants of the development move from train to car to home, from machine to machine to machine and back again the next day.

But the cycle of life carries on and is mirrored by the weekly ritual of putting out the rubbish. People emerge at night and cross the threshold from light to dark to dispose of their rubbish in black bin bags. These stack up alongside the new cars and new houses as evidence of success, but they foretell the eventual demise of the occupant. And the buildings themselves decay or become waste and are demolished to make way for new houses and offices.

This is my subject.