I wonder what it would be like if, instead of rushing home after work, people took their time, looked around, spoke to the nameless faces they travelled with every day? What would they say to each other? Might new friendships blossom or would people just get annoyed with each other?

And what if the streets, rather than being merely for walking along, became somewhere to linger and relax for a moment? There would be more chance encounters, more interaction, but perhaps there would also be more arguments.

How about if there was a place in the midst if the city where people could dwell for a moment before hurrying home? For example, a Table Tennis table on the pavement.. Would people actually stop and play or would they just hurry home?

And if people were to play would they talk to each other, or simply play a match? What about those who did not play? Would just seeing the Table Tennis table have an effect on them?

For a few weeks in September 2005 I set this table up at different locations around Oxford and played Table Tennis with my friends and passers-by. At each location we handed out flyers indicating the next location. We lost a lot of Table Tennis balls..

This was a response to the increasing levels of plastic rubbish on the beaches of Kenya. It involved walking up and down the beach hunting down and spearing plastic with a metal pole. Having completed the length of the beach I would then plant the pole in the sand as a totem for passers by to see.

I felt that collecting all the rubbish on one pole would make the quantity of plastic more visible . I was also aware that as a European collecting rubbish on a Kenyan beach I was performing an unusual role. I hoped that my action would cause onlookers to question their own personal responsibility as both tourists and locals would wonder why I was doing it.

The project culminated with the installation of a public bin on the beachfront.

I noticed a distinct change in the way that I looked at the city when I became interested in stickers, stencils and graffiti. Each walk became like a treasure hunt and the streets, which had seemed boring and monotonous, became like a stage in constant flux.

Working with shopkeepers in east Oxford I developed a similar form of treasure hunt. I took photos of each participant, made them into stickers and stuck them along the Cowley Road. The idea was to see if they would spot their sticker on the way to work. I wondered whether the context of a game would reinvigorate an over-familiar walk to work.

The shopkeepers received a silkscreen version of their sticker, in exchange for participating. Whilst everyone looked for the stickers, only a couple found them and nobody expressed any real difference in their experience of walking to work.

I installed the project as a series of photos mounted on card. These could be flipped up to reveal text underneath offering explanations and questions about the work. In a sense the documentation focussed as much on the nature of participation as it did on the initial research question.