04 - 14 - 20
My limit of one form of exercise per day forced me to bend the rules by staying on day-long cycles at points. This is documentation of one of these and the sights and inspirations I found around me.
Cycling from my house in Southfields, I cycled north into Wandsworth centre, through there to the cycle path by the river Wandle.
I took up cycling again during quarantine after around 7 years of not touching a bike. And this route was a route I took as a child.
I thought of the statement it made, cycling a route I had once cycled almost 20 years ago as a small kid. A repeated mark, a repeated trace.
These markings in the Thames reminded me of the shapes in the bath (see bath bomb blog)
I cycled up to elephant and castle and rested by the roundabout with a snack.
On my way back I came across this mangled pile of black plastic, it appeared to have spilt over the pavement. As I got closer I could see it was a public bin that had burned from the inside out.
The strands, almost like bones crunch as I break some off and put them into a carrier bag. Other strands are more like spun sugar, so delicate and spindly.
Final forms, remains of animal and scratched paint on a wall.
As a result of gathering these strips of burnt plastic i created a birthday present sculpture for my partner, connecting the pieces involved plenty of broken lighters, burnt fingers and plastic fumes, a labour of love so to speak.
Total Distance: 24km