Mathieu Tremblin

Tremblin’s map rejects the idea of the topographic survey for something more cryptic, something more like a treasure map. Utilising the beauty of the everyday, the maps here emerge from the most seemingly unattractive of sources: the rusted car bonnets of our city streets. As Tremblin has said, ‘where the greedy pirate decrypts the secret code to find the coordinates for his course, the adventurous walker might instead consult the dense folds in the rust of car hoods to find their own way in the city’