The Modern Mudlark
On a cold and windy day in October I came across a woman knee-deep in the Thames scavenging and removing what the rest of us leave behind. Not treasures from past centuries, but instead plastic from past days, weeks, months and years. I came across the modern mudlark.
She didn’t want to be named nor have her portrait taken. She only wanted to leave her footprints and take the rubbish we all leave. Nothing else, ‘no validation needed’. Interested in documenting this deed she regularly does, I was permitted to take her portrait, but through her footprints; her trace. Soon to be washed away anyway.