Portraits of an Island : Space
a collection taken on the West coast of Ireland.
Walking across the West coast of Ireland one stumbles across the abandoned houses of those who, years ago, left for america. In a flash they were gone, leaving everything intact, but for time. In conjunction with the wild open spaces around these ruins, I want to speak about the space we have and the way we fill it. Its is a story of our attitude to migration and roots, the way we accentuate 'otherness' and isolation with the places we consider 'home' and those we don't.
This is a collection of photographs taken on film with a Nikon FM2 Camera.
A Crocodile wading across the water stained ceiling
They waited patiently in a row, but they never came back.
Their tears were orange on the back of his sofa.
Inherent loneliness of things.